Chapter 36 39.New Zealand after colonization

The geographer's narrative is indisputable, and the brutality of the natives of New Zealand is beyond doubt.Therefore, approaching the nearest land may be dangerous.However, the Macquarie may soon be damaged by wind and waves, and must leave as soon as possible.It may be too late to wait for the rescue of passing ships, and it is also a fantasy. The Macquarie is not currently in the path of the ship at all.All the ships that came to New Zealand looking for a place to dock either landed a little at Auckland or a little at New Plymouth, and the Macquarie ran aground in between, on the wildest part of the Ekanamawi coast.This coast is bad and dangerous, a den of savages.So all ships avoid it, and if they are blown here by the wind, they must try to get away, the sooner the better.

"When are we going?" Sir asked. "At ten o'clock tomorrow morning," said Mengele, "the tide will rise and bring us ashore." The next day the raft was built.This is the hard work of the entire crew!But it is too small to carry all the passengers and food.Therefore, another vehicle must be built that can withstand the beating of wind and waves and is easy to maneuver.Naturally, the only raw materials for rafting are masts. As soon as it was done, the rigging was cut at the foot of the sail, and the main mast also fell down after a while, and fell into the sea from the starboard rail, making the rail rattle.After the main mast fell, the Mercalli was as bare as a barge.

The main mast was sawn into three sections, and the backbone of the raft was formed.The pieces of the fore-mast were brought together with the main-mast, and all these loose pieces were firmly connected to each other.Mengele was very careful. He sandwiched six empty barrels between the logs to increase the buoyancy of the raft. On top of this tight-knit sub-foundation Wilson laid a second floor with a perforated hatchway latticework.In this way, the waves roll over the raft as much as possible, and the water does not stay on the raft.Moreover, water baffles are firmly nailed around the raft to prevent seawater from splashing on the raft.

The wind was fair this morning.Seeing that the wind could be used as power, Menger asked to set up a mast, and the four sides were fastened with mast cables, and a light sail was hung on the mast.A wide palm guard is installed at the rear of the raft to control the course when the wind is strong. In this way, a new type of vehicle was created. At 9 o'clock, the food began to be packed.First load enough grain to go to Oakland; then the coarse grains, poor-quality biscuits and two barrels of salted fish in the storage room are also used to make up the number.Things are so bad.Even the steward was ashamed.

The food was packed in wooden boxes, which were nailed together so that they were both moisture-proof and water-tight.Firearms and ammunition are also kept in a safe place.Fortunately they still had short guns. In addition, a simple anchor was also installed to prevent the situation that the raft could not be sent to the shore due to a high tide and had to be moored in the sea. At 10 o'clock, the tide began to rise, the wind blew gently from the northwest, and tiny waves rolled on the sea. "Is everything ready?" Mengele asked. "Yes, Captain," said Wilson. "Get on board!" Mengele shouted.

Everyone quickly climbed onto the raft, cut the cable quickly, the sails were opened, and the raft was pushed towards the land by the force of the wind and tide. Not far from the shore, only 5 kilometers.If it is a boat, 3 hours is enough to arrive.But the raft is hard to say.If the wind does not stop, a high tide may bring people ashore smoothly; but if the wind subsides and the tide ebbs, you have to stay down and wait for the second tide. Of course, everyone wants to succeed once. The wind picked up gradually, and the raft sailed smoothly at first.The blackheads of the reef and the yellow blanket of the beach are gradually disappearing in the waves.In order to avoid hitting the rocks and master the course of the raft that is prone to deviation, it is necessary to have a high degree of concentration and superb technology.At noon, we were still 2.8 kilometers away from the coast.The sky was clear, and people could see the outline of the land.In the northeast stands an 800-meter peak, which appears strangely in the sky, and its silhouette is like the head of a monkey with its teeth grinning and its neck raised.That is the famous Bilong Mountain. According to the map, it is on the 38th parallel of south latitude.

At 12 o'clock, the geographer called everyone to see that all the reefs disappeared under high tide. "Is there another rock that hasn't disappeared?" Mrs. Helen said. "Where?" asked the geographer. "Where," said Lady Helen, pointing to a small black spot a nautical mile ahead. "So it is," said Paganel, "we will remember its bearings, and in a moment the tide will cover it, and we will lose sight of it, and it will be easy to run aground." "Wilson, it's facing the northern ridge of that mountain, paddle away from it," Mengele called.

Wilson pressed down on the wooden guard behind the raft with all his strength to control the direction.The strange thing is that after walking for half a kilometer, the black spot is always floating on the waves. Mengele looked through the binoculars and said, "That's not a reef, I don't know what is floating on the water." "Is it the mast of the ship?" asked Lady Helene. "No, the broken material on the ship will not drift so far." "Wait a minute!" cried Mengele, "I see it, it's a canoe!" "Isn't it just a schooner in a brig?" asked Sir.

"Yes! The bottom of the boat is upside down!" "What a misfortune! Maybe everyone up there is dead," said Lady Helene. "It's dark and the waves are big, walking between the dark beaches, isn't it open-eyed and looking for death!" Mengele said. "God have mercy on them," murmured Miss Mary. Everyone was silent for a while, and the small boat was getting closer and closer. It was obvious that it had overturned on the sea 2 kilometers away from the land, and no one sitting on the boat escaped without a doubt. "Come closer to the canoe, it may be of use to us," said Sir.

Mu La stood on the bow of the raft, blocking the boat from hitting the raft, and the overturned boat floated over under the blowing wind. "Is it empty?" Mengele asked. "Yes, Captain," replied the sailor, "the canoe is empty, and the sides are all split, and we cannot use it." "Isn't it useless at all?" asked the major "Yes, it became a pile of waste and had to be used as firewood," Mengele replied. "It's a pity, if the canoe is not broken, it can take us to Auckland." The geographer sighed. "Take it easy, and besides, the waves are so big that a canoe isn't as safe as a raft! It'll shatter at the slightest bump! So, sir, we don't need to stop here, do we?"

"it depends on you!" "Wilson, keep going along the coast." The tide was going to rise for another hour, and the raft took advantage of the tide to travel another 1 kilometer.But by this time the wind had died almost entirely, and there seemed to be a slight head wind blowing, and the raft did not move.After a while, even the ebb tide would drag the raft back again.Mengele didn't dare to hesitate for a second and ordered to park. Murady was ready to carry out this order, and immediately dropped the tracing, falling five inches to the bottom of the sea.The raft fell back four meters, pulling the anchor cable quite tight.The inverted sail was also rolled up, and people made various measures to prepare to anchor for a while. The land is close at hand, less than 2 kilometers away, and it is out of reach.The tide will rise again before 9 o'clock in the evening. Since Mengele does not plan to sail at night, he must stop until 5 o'clock in the morning. The sea swelled violently, setting off many waves, which rushed to the shore one after another.The Jazz asked Mengele why he didn't take advantage of this wave and go on to reach the coast? "Your Excellency, you are deluded by an optical illusion," replied the young captain. "Although the waves seem to be moving, they are not moving. It is only the swaying of the flowing molecules. You put a board Just throw it in the sea and try it, it will stop on the surface of the sea. Therefore, we can only wait patiently." "Let's talk after supper," said MacNabbs to the captain. O'Bill produced some pieces of dried meat and ten large biscuits.The steward made his traveling companions eat this kind of food, his face flushed with embarrassment.But everyone ate well, even the ladies, despite the nauseating waves.The raft was turbulent due to the rushing and messy waves, and some people thought the raft had run aground.The cable was pulled very hard, and every half hour, Menger asked someone to lengthen it an inch to make it loose, lest the rope be broken and the raft drift away with the current.So Mengele was very anxious, whether the cable broke or the anchor slipped, it was all serious. Night was coming, and the sun was sinking behind the horizon with its reflection, a bright red.The faint water waves are showing off and shining in the west, like flowing silver sheets.At a glance, only one black spot stood out in the vastness, and that was the wreck of the Macquarie, stranded on the sand, motionless. From the short twilight to the formation of night, only a few minutes.In a short while, the land stretching across the east and north melted in the shadows of the night. How wretched were these sufferers crammed together on this narrow raft!Some of them fell asleep, drowsy, anxious and anxious, having nightmares, and some didn't close their eyes at all all night.At dawn, everyone got up to exercise their muscles and bones, all of them were exhausted. As the tide rises back, the wind blows from the sea again.It was six o'clock in the morning, and the timing was tight.Menger hurriedly set sail and ordered the anchor to be weighed.Unfortunately, something went wrong again, for the anchor was so deep in the sand that it could not be pulled out, though the raft was fitted with tackle. Mengele was eager to set sail, so he simply asked someone to cut off the cable, sacrificed the anchor, and let it sink to the bottom of the sea forever.But if this high tide did not bring the raft to shore, there would be no further moorings in between. The sails were raised again, and the raft floated slowly towards land.A light gray shadow in the distance appeared in the sky under the light of the morning light.There are many reefs on the way, all of which are skillfully avoided or bypassed.However, the current sea wind is unstable, and it seems that it is not so easy to get to the shore. At nine o'clock, less than a kilometer from land.The outer circle of the shore is full of sandy beaches, and the edge of the beach is very steep. You must find a place in the sandy beach.The wind gradually died down again, and then died down again.The sail was deflated and flapped against the mast, becoming a burden to the raft.Mengele told someone to drop it.Now, only by the high tide to bring the raft to the shore.Moreover, the direction was uncontrollable, and a large area of ​​seaweed blocked the progress. At ten o'clock Mengele saw that the raft was almost motionless.At this time, the offshore is close at hand. I want to anchor, but there is no anchor.But fearing the ebb of the tide, the raft was dragged back into the sea.Mengele turned around in a hurry, bewildered. Fortunately, with a sudden bump, the raft stopped, and it turned out to be stranded on a sandy beach only 25 inches from the shore. Several gentlemen jumped into the water and fastened the raft firmly to the nearby reef with cables.The two female guests were lifted high by everyone and delivered to the shore, even the corners of their clothes were not wet.not for a while.This caravan, together with weapons and food, went to the terrible coastal area of ​​​​New Zealand. Sir would have liked to have made his way along the coast to Oakland without a moment's delay, but the sky had been overcast with clouds since morning, and after disembarking from the raft it began to rain.Therefore, it is impossible to go on the road, and it is necessary to find a place to shelter from the rain. Just in time, Wilson found a karst cave formed by seawater erosion by the sea.Everyone went in with food and weapons. They used the piles of dried seawater that had been driven in by the seawater as a natural bed, and they lay down to rest.There were a few pieces of dry wood at the entrance of the cave, and a fire was lit, and everyone dried their clothes. Captain Mengele thought that the rain would come and stop quickly, but unexpectedly it took several hours at once, and the wind was blowing violently, so everyone had to wait patiently.There is no vehicle to run in the wind and rain, only a madman can do it.And after all, it's not too far from Auckland, but it's only a few days away, as long as the natives don't disturb, it doesn't matter if it's a day and a half late. During the break, everyone talked about the war in New Zealand.But in order to understand and correctly assess the serious situation facing these victims, it is necessary to know the history of this bloody struggle on North Island. Since the Tasman arrived in Cook Strait in 1642, New Zealanders have been living a free life on the island, although they often come and go with European ships.No European country wants to occupy the islands scattered across the Pacific Ocean.Later, some missionaries, especially British, lured the chiefs of New Zealand to stretch their necks to accept the yoke of the British Empire.The duped chief signed a letter to Queen Victoria asking for her protection.But the long-sighted chiefs felt that this was not a good thing. One of them predicted: "We have lost our land; from now on, this place will no longer belong to us. Soon, foreigners will come to occupy it, and we will become theirs." slave." True, in 1840 the warship Herald sailed to the Bay of Islands, north of Ekanamawi.Captain Hobson disembarked to the village of Kolorakinka.The villagers of the village were called to a meeting in the Church of Jesus, at which the Queen's commission was read out. In January of the following year, some chiefs of New Zealand came to a meeting in the residence of British diplomats in Paiya Village. Hobson wanted to subdue them, saying that their rights were protected and they had freedom again, and the land should be sold to the British king.At first, the chiefs were divided widely.But these simple-minded chiefs could not withstand the temptation of rhetoric and money, and the territory was finally recognized.From 1840 to the day when the Duncan left the Firth of Clyde there was nothing Paganel did not know, and he intended to tell his fellow travelers without reserve. "Before, I have said that the New Zealanders are brave. Although they made short-term concessions, they showed their spirit of struggle in the subsequent resistance process. The Maori tribes are a big The family, they elect a chief, and they are absolutely obedient and respectful to them. The people of this nation are tall, with smooth hair, brave and good at fighting. There was once a famous chief named Xi Xi, who competed with the famous ancient French general Wei Senjie Toli Now, the war on Mawe Island in Yikanah has never stopped, and the tribesmen led by William Sangson are fighting to defend their homeland. "Haven't the British already taken control of the main points in New Zealand?" Mengele asked. "Of course it's under control," replied the geographer. "Since Captain Hobson took over the island and became the governor of the island, he has successively established nine colonies in areas with better geographical conditions. The total population is eighteen. There are three hundred and forty-six people, and many important commercial cities have also appeared in various places. On the North Island, there are cities such as New Plymouth, Ahushili, and Wellington, which are very prosperous and often have ships. In the South Island On the world, there is Nelson, which is known as the garden of New Zealand, surpassing Montbury in France, Picton on the Cook Strait, Cretchurch, Invergargill, and Dunedin. All these cities have their own Its characteristics prevent you from judging its merits. Moreover, these cities are not made up of a few wooden sheds, nor are they villages of natives, but modern civilized cities with piers, churches, banks, and shipyards. There are botanical gardens, climate research institutes, newspapers, hospitals, charitable societies, seminaries, gang organizations, clubs, choirs, theaters, and the World Exhibition Hall, just like London and Paris. This year, Industrial products from all over the world are sent to this man-eating country for exhibition, and perhaps the exhibition has already opened!" "Why, will there be an exhibition during the war with the natives?" Mrs. Helen asked in surprise. "British people don't care about war!" said the geographer. "Wars don't scare them. They fight while they hold exhibitions. They even sometimes build railways under the guns of New Zealanders." "How's the fight between them now?" Mengele asked. "It has been six months since we left Europe, and little is known since our departure, but, passing through Australia, I read in the papers that the fighting is still fierce in the North Island." "When did this war start?" asked Miss Mary. "The natives' first uprising was in 1845, and this war started at the end of 1863. However, before that, the Maori wanted to get rid of the colonial yoke of the British. The tribe took old Bata Tuo as king, The village where he lived between the Kumakato and Kumpa Rivers was made the capital of the new kingdom. But this king is a cunning and timid old man, and he has a prime minister under him, but he is shrewd and capable. The prime minister is William. Sampson, who had become the central figure in this war. His talent was manifested in his ability to organize an army, and at his suggestion a Tarakia chief united many scattered tribes under one slogan; Another Kuma Kato chief organized an organization to protect the public interest, the Land League, with the aim of preventing the natives from selling their land to the British government. The shocking news was picked up by the British government newspaper, and the government stated that At the same time, the combat level of the natives has also improved, and the conflict between the two sides has become acute and explosive." "So, how is it triggered?" Jazz asked. "It's a long story. A native has 5,000 acres of land near New Plymouth and sold it to the British government. However, when the broker came to measure it, Chief Jinji protested and refused to sell it. He set up camp on the land , guarded day and night. A few days later, Colonel Gould led troops to occupy this place. Thus, a war of national self-defense began." "Are there many Maori soldiers?" Mengele asked. "In the past hundred years, the population of the Maori has been greatly reduced. Now the two islands together have only 90,000 people, and 30,000 of them can still fight their opponents for a while." "Did they win after resisting like this?" Mrs. Helen continued to ask. "Victory, ma'am. They are brave and good at fighting, even the British have to admire. The New Zealanders are good at guerrilla warfare, concentrate their superior forces, annihilate the enemy one by one, and specialize in robbing the property of immigrants. General Cameron led the troops to search in the jungle, very grateful Troublesome, in 1863, the Maori actually occupied a fortress in the upper reaches of the Kukato River during a battle. The fortress was built on a steep hill with three lines of defense outside. Many Maori chiefs called on people to defend it. hometown, and predicted that those Baiaika (the name for the white race) would be wiped out in the future. The 3,000 subordinates of General Cameron were all inhumane and murderous, and none of the captives survived. William Sampson commanded 2,500 Later, the number increased to 8,000. Women also joined in the most difficult time of the war. However, this team was finally lost, but it was already a piece of scorched earth. During the battle, many stories emerged. Once, 400 Maori guarded in Erakan Fortress, and were surrounded by General Kalai with 1000 people. They had neither food nor drink, but they would never surrender. Finally, they fought a bloody road and fled to the swamp The zone is gone." "The British are taking Kukato County," Meng asked. "Is it time to end this war?" "How could it be? The British will not be reconciled if they don't train the natives of New Zealand. When I left Paris this time, I heard that the governor accepted the surrender of the tribes of Talanga and allowed them to keep three-quarters of the land. It is said that William Sampson, the leader of the rebellion, also wanted to surrender. This is sheer nonsense, the opposite is true, and it is possible that this just holy war will be carried on with greater intensity and organization." "According to you, is this war going to be fought in the provinces of Taranaki and Auckland?" Sir asked. "I think so." "Isn't this exactly where we're going?" "Yes, the place where we landed is a few kilometers away from the port of Koia, where the Maori flag must be flying high." "Then it would be better for us to go north." "I think so too, New Zealand hates Europeans, especially the British, and we need to avoid encountering them." "If we're lucky, we may meet European troops," said Lady Helene. "Maybe, but there is little hope. There will be guerrillas hidden in any clump of woods in the fields. The soldiers of the squad will not dare to go to the countryside alone to search. Therefore, we do not expect European troops to rescue them. We walked along the west coast. After a short walk, I will reach Auckland smoothly. I even want to take the road that Mr. Hauchett took along the Kukato River." "Is this gentleman a traveler?" asked little Robert. "Yes, boy. He was a member of the Scientific Committee, and he was here in 1858 on his round-the-world voyage." "Mr. Paganel, are there any travelers who come to New Zealand who are as famous as Burke and Stuart?" Little Robert asked again.He was always very excited when he heard the stories of travelers' adventures. "A few, such as Dr. Hooker, Professor Brisas, the naturalists Defenbar and Huster. Although they sacrificed their lives in the enthusiasm of adventure, they did not travel to Australia and Africa after all. The house is well-known..." "Do you know their history?" "That's a question, I'll tell you. My story isn't too long, though. Because New Zealand isn't too big, there aren't many anecdotes worth exploring. Strictly speaking, these characters aren't Travelers are just tourists, and although they die, they only die in insignificant things." "Who are these people?" Mrs. Helen was also listening. "There are geometers Wei Gongbo and Howett. Among them, Horwitt is the one who once said that Burke's body was found in the expedition. Both of them set off from Christchurch in the first half of 1863 , they were going to cross the high mountains in the north of Aitbury Province. Wei Gongbo had a traveling companion named Rubu, who had published an article in the "Littleton Times" describing the experience of that expedition According to my memory, on April 22, 1863, they reached the foot of the iceberg where the Rakaya River originated, and then climbed to the top of the mountain at an altitude of 1,300 meters. They were tired and cold, unable to move forward, and had to camp in the ice and snow. They wandered in the mountains for 7 days before they found their way at the bottom of the valley. Sometimes they had no fire to keep warm, sometimes they had nothing to eat, their clothes were often wet, the sugar they brought turned into paste, and the biscuits turned into waterlogged powder balls, and their bodies were covered with bruises At last they found a Marley hut, some more potatoes in the vegetable garden, and the two friends shared a last good meal. In the evening, they reached the sea, near the mouth of the Taramacau River. Only They had to cross it to go north to the Gelai River. But the river was wide and deep, and at last they found two broken boats, repaired them as quickly as possible, and boarded the boat." "However, when we got to the middle of the river, the small boat leaked somehow. Uncle Wei jumped into the river quickly, and Lu Bu couldn't swim, so he had to hold on to the boat. However, this saved Lu Bu's life. The most sinister Night fell, and it rained heavily. Rube was beaten for hours by the wind and waves, and was finally washed on the shore, unconscious. The next day, at dawn, he came to his senses. Crawled to the edge of the clear spring. Not long after, Duke Wei was found dead with his head and body stuck in the mud. Lu Bu dug a hole with his hands and buried his companion’s body. Two days later, he was so hungry Adult, taken in by well-meaning Maori. There are also good people among Maori. On May 4th, he returned to his camp in Horwitt, Lake Bailenna. However, the poor traveler died after 6 weeks Lost." "It's just that misfortunes never come singly. It seems that there is a lifeline that binds these travelers together. If the rope is broken, they will all die," Mengele interjected. "You are right, Mr. Menger. I think so too. What is the law of association that Horwitt should have died in almost the same circumstances? No one can tell. De commissioned to explore a horse-riding route from Hununiyuan to the mouth of the Tamamako River. He took 5 people with him when he set off. He carried out the work with incomparable wisdom, and the first 65 kilometers of the road went smoothly. , but he couldn't go any further when he reached the Tarama River. So he returned to the starting point, took a lot of food and supplies and continued to work. Although the winter was coming, he returned to the original camp. That is After receiving Rub, he led two men to cross Lake Bairenna and disappeared without a trace. The flimsy boat he was in was stranded on the water's edge, and he searched for it for nine weeks. To no avail. The unfortunate few, who could not swim, fell into the water and drowned, perhaps." "Why not suppose they lived among some native tribe in New Zealand? At least their life and death are unknown! ' said Lady Helen. "Ma'am, you can't say that," replied the geographer. "It's been so long since the accident happened, and there's been no dead or alive... In this small place of New Zealand, if there's no news for a year," he said to himself again. Said, "That's hopeless, dead!"