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It
was
all
over
with
Glenarvan
and
his
companions
.
"
All
!
"
cried
Kai-Koumou
;
"
you
all
die
to-morrow
at
daybreak
.
"
Punishment
fell
on
all
indiscriminately
.
Lady
Helena
and
Mary
Grant
were
grateful
to
Heaven
for
the
boon
.
The
captives
were
not
taken
back
to
Ware-Atoua
.
They
were
destined
to
attend
the
obsequies
of
the
chief
and
the
bloody
rites
that
accompanied
them
.
A
guard
of
natives
conducted
them
to
the
foot
of
an
immense
kauri
,
and
then
stood
on
guard
without
taking
their
eyes
off
the
prisoners
.
The
three
prescribed
days
had
elapsed
since
the
death
of
Kara-Tete
,
and
the
soul
of
the
dead
warrior
had
finally
departed
;
so
the
ceremonies
commenced
.
The
body
was
laid
on
a
small
mound
in
the
central
enclosure
.
It
was
clothed
in
a
rich
dress
,
and
wrapped
in
a
magnificent
flax
mat
.
His
head
,
adorned
with
feathers
,
was
encircled
with
a
crown
of
green
leaves
.
His
face
,
arms
,
and
chest
had
been
rubbed
with
oil
,
and
did
not
show
any
sign
of
decay
.
The
parents
and
friends
arrived
at
the
foot
of
the
mound
,
and
at
a
certain
moment
,
as
if
the
leader
of
an
orchestra
were
leading
a
funeral
chant
,
there
arose
a
great
wail
of
tears
,
sighs
,
and
sobs
.
They
lamented
the
deceased
with
a
plaintive
rhythm
and
doleful
cadence
.
The
kinsmen
beat
their
heads
;
the
kinswomen
tore
their
faces
with
their
nails
and
lavished
more
blood
than
tears
.
But
these
demonstrations
were
not
sufficient
to
propitiate
the
soul
of
the
deceased
,
whose
wrath
might
strike
the
survivors
of
his
tribe
;
and
his
warriors
,
as
they
could
not
recall
him
to
life
,
were
anxious
that
he
should
have
nothing
to
wish
for
in
the
other
world
.
The
wife
of
Kara-Tete
was
not
to
be
parted
from
him
;
indeed
,
she
would
have
refused
to
survive
him
.
It
was
a
custom
,
as
well
as
a
duty
,
and
Maori
history
has
no
lack
of
such
sacrifices
.
This
woman
came
on
the
scene
;
she
was
still
young
.
Her
disheveled
hair
flowed
over
her
shoulders
.
Her
sobs
and
cries
filled
the
air
.
Incoherent
words
,
regrets
,
sobs
,
broken
phrases
in
which
she
extolled
the
virtues
of
the
dead
,
alternated
with
her
moans
,
and
in
a
crowning
paroxysm
of
sorrow
,
she
threw
herself
at
the
foot
of
the
mound
and
beat
her
head
on
the
earth
.
The
Kai-Koumou
drew
near
;
suddenly
the
wretched
victim
rose
;
but
a
violent
blow
from
a
"
MERE
,
"
a
kind
of
club
brandished
by
the
chief
,
struck
her
to
the
ground
;
she
fell
senseless
.
