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"
My
dear
Lord
,
where
Maories
are
concerned
,
distrust
is
safer
than
confidence
.
I
do
not
know
on
what
terms
they
are
with
the
English
,
whether
the
insurrection
is
suppressed
or
successful
,
or
whether
indeed
the
war
may
not
be
going
on
with
full
vigor
.
Modesty
apart
,
people
like
us
would
be
a
prize
,
and
I
must
say
,
I
would
rather
forego
a
taste
of
Maori
hospitality
.
I
think
it
certainly
more
prudent
to
avoid
this
village
of
Ngarnavahia
,
to
skirt
it
at
a
distance
,
so
as
to
avoid
all
encounters
with
the
natives
.
When
we
reach
Drury
it
will
be
another
thing
,
and
there
our
brave
ladies
will
be
able
to
recruit
their
strength
at
their
leisure
.
"
This
advice
prevailed
.
Lady
Helena
preferred
to
pass
another
night
in
the
open
air
,
and
not
to
expose
her
companions
to
danger
.
Neither
Mary
Grant
or
she
wished
to
halt
,
and
they
continued
their
march
along
the
river
.
Two
hours
later
,
the
first
shades
of
evening
began
to
fall
.
The
sun
,
before
disappearing
below
the
western
horizon
,
darted
some
bright
rays
through
an
opening
in
the
clouds
.
The
distant
eastern
summits
were
empurpled
with
the
parting
glories
of
the
day
.
It
was
like
a
flying
salute
addressed
to
the
way-worn
travelers
.
Glenarvan
and
his
friends
hastened
their
steps
,
they
knew
how
short
the
twilight
is
in
this
high
latitude
,
and
how
quickly
the
night
follows
it
.
They
were
very
anxious
to
reach
the
confluence
of
the
two
rivers
before
the
darkness
overtook
them
.
But
a
thick
fog
rose
from
the
ground
,
and
made
it
very
difficult
to
see
the
way
Fortunately
hearing
stood
them
in
the
stead
of
sight
;
shortly
a
nearer
sound
of
water
indicated
that
the
confluence
was
at
hand
.
At
eight
o'clock
the
little
troop
arrived
at
the
point
where
the
Waipa
loses
itself
in
the
Waikato
,
with
a
moaning
sound
of
meeting
waves
.
"
There
is
the
Waikato
!
"
cried
Paganel
,
"
and
the
road
to
Auckland
is
along
its
right
bank
.
"
"
We
shall
see
that
to-morrow
,
"
said
the
Major
,
"
Let
us
camp
here
.
It
seems
to
me
that
that
dark
shadow
is
that
of
a
little
clump
of
trees
grown
expressly
to
shelter
us
.
Let
us
have
supper
and
then
get
some
sleep
.
"
"
Supper
by
all
means
,
"
said
Paganel
,
"
but
no
fire
;
nothing
but
biscuit
and
dried
meat
.
We
have
reached
this
spot
incognito
,
let
us
try
and
get
away
in
the
same
manner
.
By
good
luck
,
the
fog
is
in
our
favor
.
"
The
clump
of
trees
was
reached
and
all
concurred
in
the
wish
of
the
geographer
.
The
cold
supper
was
eaten
without
a
sound
,
and
presently
a
profound
sleep
overcame
the
travelers
,
who
were
tolerably
fatigued
with
their
fifteen
miles
'
march
.
THE
next
morning
at
daybreak
a
thick
fog
was
clinging
to
the
surface
of
the
river
.
A
portion
of
the
vapors
that
saturated
the
air
were
condensed
by
the
cold
,
and
lay
as
a
dense
cloud
on
the
water
.
But
the
rays
of
the
sun
soon
broke
through
the
watery
mass
and
melted
it
away
.
