Our Maoris Helena Faucit Martin

ISBN: 9781230358758

Published: September 12th 2013

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50 pages


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Our Maoris  by  Helena Faucit Martin

Our Maoris by Helena Faucit Martin
September 12th 2013 | Paperback | PDF, EPUB, FB2, DjVu, AUDIO, mp3, RTF | 50 pages | ISBN: 9781230358758 | 8.57 Mb

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1888 edition. Excerpt: ... never sought forMoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher.

Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1888 edition. Excerpt: ... never sought for instruction or Christian teaching. However, he .was very useful on board, and undertook to teach correct pronunciation, especially of the nasal nga, so hard to English tongues. At the end of more than three months we cast anchor in the beautiful harbour of Sydney. The first people who came alongside, to our surprise and pleasure, were New Zealanders. They formed the crew of the harbour-masters boat, and were tall, finelooking men, dressed in white duck trousers, jackets, and straw hats.

They were delighted to be greeted by the Bishop in their own speech. We were detained some weeks in Sydney by damage done to the keel of our vessel, but the Bishop, his chaplain, and I got away at last in a little brigantine. On Sunday evening, May 29, we ran by moonlight along the New Zealand coast, and anchored in Auckland harbour, on a wet, dreary day, May 30,1842, five months after leaving England. Our house, --a long, low, one-storied cottage, --was perched upon a hill, on which a number of men clothed in blankets were hoeing the stiff clay soil.

There was hardly a shrub to be seen then, though a few years later we were embowered in a wealth of trees, English and native, so rapid is the growth in that genial climate. In a few days the heavy rain ceased, and the sun burst forth as though it had been summer time. How pretty everything looked! The blue water lay like a lake below. There was a strip of white shelly beach. The little bay was shut in by sandstone cliffs, and these were overhung by huge forest-trees. A high bank above our garden had one or two tall flax-bushes growing on it, and many ferns.

The tall leaves of the flax glittered in the sunlight. To a Londoner born and bred this new home seemed like fairyland. The clear air...



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