An empire story; stories of India and the greater colonies told to children (1908) (14584060647)

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Title: An empire story; stories of India and the greater colonies told to children
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Marshall, H. E. (Henrietta Elizabeth), 1867-1941
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Publisher: New York, F.A. Stokes Co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress



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e exulting savages. * O Youth of sinewy force,O man of martial strength,Behold the sign of power !In my hand I hold the scalpOf the Kawau Tatakaha. Often, too, through the night the watch-cry of thepah was heard. *Come on! Come on! soldiers forrevenge. Come on I Stiff lie your dead by the fence ofmy pah. Come on, come on 1 Round their camp-fires the British sat wakeful, watch-ful, downcast, eating their hearts out in anger and despair. For two days there was little fighting. The Maorishung out a flag of truce and told the British they mightbury their dead. Then more ammunition having arrivedfor the great guns, the bombardment again began. Soonthe breach already made became much larger, and asecond assault was planned. When morning dawned the pah was to be taken. Butduring the night the Maoris, seeing they could hold theirfortress no longer, slipped quietly away to the forest,leaving their empty pah to the British. So quietly didthey go that the British knew nothing about it until they
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SHOUTING THEIR WAR-CRT, THE BRITISH CHARGED THE BREACH THE WARPATH 221 were told by a Mend that the Maoris were already tenmiles away. It was hard to fight such a slippery foe. It was uselessto try to follow them into the forest wilds, so ColonelDespard marched his men away to Kororarika to rest.And the governor, hoping that now Heke might be per-suaded to make peace, told him not to fight any more forthe present. CHAPTER VIII THE STORMING OF THE BATS NEST Heke was yet far from making peace. He and hisfriends in their new fastness at Ikorangi were dancingthe war-dance, and singing songs of exultation— * An attack ! an attack! E ha !jA battle ! a battle ! E ha!A fight on the banks of the river.It is completely swept and emptied.O you would fight, you would fight.You had better stayed at home in EuropeThan have suffered a repulse from Whareahau.He has driven you back to your God.You may cast your book behind.And leave your religion on the ground.An attack ! an attack ! E ha!A battle!