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The
night
was
cold
;
but
happily
Kara-Tete
had
been
furnished
with
his
best
night
gear
,
and
the
party
wrapped
themselves
each
in
a
warm
flax
mantle
,
and
protected
by
native
superstition
,
slept
quietly
inside
the
inclosure
,
on
the
warm
ground
,
still
violating
with
the
violence
of
the
internal
ebullition
.
NEXT
day
,
February
17th
,
the
sun
's
first
rays
awoke
the
sleepers
of
the
Maunganamu
.
The
Maories
had
long
since
been
astir
,
coming
and
going
at
the
foot
of
the
mountain
,
without
leaving
their
line
of
observation
.
Furious
clamor
broke
out
when
they
saw
the
Europeans
leave
the
sacred
place
they
had
profaned
.
Each
of
the
party
glanced
first
at
the
neighboring
mountains
,
and
at
the
deep
valleys
still
drowned
in
mist
,
and
over
Lake
Taupo
,
which
the
morning
breeze
ruffled
slightly
.
And
then
all
clustered
round
Paganel
eager
to
hear
his
project
.
Paganel
soon
satisfied
their
curiosity
.
"
My
friends
,
"
said
he
,
"
my
plan
has
one
great
recommendation
;
if
it
does
not
accomplish
all
that
I
anticipate
,
we
shall
be
no
worse
off
than
we
are
at
present
.
But
it
must
,
it
will
succeed
.
"
"
And
what
is
it
?
"
asked
McNabbs
.
"
It
is
this
,
"
replied
Paganel
,
"
the
superstition
of
the
natives
has
made
this
mountain
a
refuge
for
us
,
and
we
must
take
advantage
of
their
superstition
to
escape
.
If
I
can
persuade
Kai-Koumou
that
we
have
expiated
our
profanation
,
that
the
wrath
of
the
Deity
has
fallen
on
us
:
in
a
word
,
that
we
have
died
a
terrible
death
,
do
you
think
he
will
leave
the
plateau
of
Maunganamu
to
return
to
his
village
?
"
"
Not
a
doubt
of
it
,
"
said
Glenarvan
.
"
And
what
is
the
horrible
death
you
refer
to
?
"
asked
Lady
Helena
.
"
The
death
of
the
sacrilegious
,
my
friends
,
"
replied
Paganel
.
"
The
avenging
flames
are
under
our
feet
.
Let
us
open
a
way
for
them
!
"
"
What
!
make
a
volcano
!
"
cried
John
Mangles
.
