Chapter 39 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 boats that come to New Zealand looking for a place to dock either land a little at Auckland or a little at New Plymouth, and the Macquarie runs aground in between, in the wildest part of the Ekanamawi coast. lot.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 leavingSir asked. At ten o'clock tomorrow morning, Menger said, the tide will rise and will 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 they were 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 railing 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.Menger 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 added a perforated floor made of hatch 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, Meng Geer ordered to set up a mast, which was fastened with mast cables around it, and a light sail was hung on the mast.A wide helm is installed at the rear of the raft to steer the course when the wind is strong. In this way, a new type of vehicle was created.At nine 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 their long and short guns are still there. 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 ten o'clock, the tide began to rise, the wind blew gently from the northwest, and tiny waves rolled on the sea. Are you all ready?Menger asked. Yes, Captain.Wilson said. aboard!shouted Menger.

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 five kilometers.If it is a boat, three 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 high 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, there are still two to the coast.Eight kilometers away.The sky was clear, and people could see the outline of the land.In the northeast stands an 800-meter-high peak, which appears strangely in the sky, and its profile is like the head of a monkey with its teeth bared and its neck raised.That is the famous Bilong Mountain. According to the map, it is on the 38th parallel of south latitude.

At twelve o'clock, the geographer called everyone to see that all the reefs had disappeared under high tide. Is there another reef that has not disappeared?said Mrs. Helen. Where?asked the geographer. Where.As she spoke, Madam Helen pointed to a small black spot a sea mile ahead. Sure enough, Paganel said, we have to remember its bearing, and in a moment, the tide will cover it, we can't see it, and it is easy to hit the rocks. Wilson, it's facing the northern ridge of that mountain, watch out, paddle away from it.cried Menger. Wilson put all his strength on the wooden rudder behind the raft to control the direction.The strange thing is that after walking for half a kilometer, the black spot is always floating on the waves.

Meng Geer observed it with a telescope and said: "That's not a reef, I don't know what is floating on the water." Is it the mast of the ship?Lady Helene asked. No, the broken material on the ship will not drift so far. wait a minute!Meng Geer cried out, I saw it, it was a small boat! Isn't it just a small boat on a brig?Sir asked. Yes!That little boat was upside down! How unfortunate!Maybe everyone on it is dead.said Mrs. Helen. It's dark and the waves are big, walking between the dark beaches, isn't it looking for death with your eyes open!Mengel said. May God have mercy on them.Miss Mary murmured.

Everyone was silent for a while, and the small boat was getting closer and closer. It was obvious that it capsized on the sea two kilometers away from the land, and no one sitting on the boat escaped without a doubt. Get close to the canoe, it might work for us.Sir said. 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?Menger asked. Yes, Captain, replied the sailor, the canoe is empty, and the sides are split, and we cannot use it. Is it useless at all?asked the major. Yes, it became a pile of waste and had to be used as firewood.Menger replied.

What a pity, if the canoe hadn't broken, it would have taken us to Oakland.The geographer sighed. Just make do with it, and the waves are so big, it's not as safe to ride in a small boat than to take a raft!It shatters with the slightest hit!So, sir, we don't need to stop here, do we? It's up to you! Wilson, keep going along the coast. The tide was still up for another hour, and the raft rode the tide for another mile.But by this time the wind had died almost entirely, and there seemed to be a slight headwind, and the raft was immobile.After a while, even the ebb tide would drag the raft back again.Meng Geer did not dare to hesitate for a second, and ordered to park.

Murady was ready to carry out this order, and immediately dropped the tracing, falling to a depth of five fathoms on the seabed.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 was close at hand, less than two kilometers away, but it was out of reach.The tide would rise again before nine o'clock in the evening, and since Menger did not intend to sail at night, he had to stop until five o'clock in the morning. The sea swelled violently, setting off many waves, which rushed to the shore one after another.The Jazz asked Menger 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, the young captain replied that although the waves appear to be moving, they are not actually moving.It's just flowing water molecules wobbling.Just throw a piece of wood into the sea and try it, it will stay on the surface of the sea.So we just have to wait patiently. Let's talk about it after dinner!McNabbs said 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. Every half hour, Meng Geer asked someone to extend it by a mile to make it loose, lest the rope be broken and the raft would drift away with the current.So Meng Geer was very anxious, whether the cable was broken 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 vast water waves dazzled and shone 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.Meng Geer quickly 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. Meng Geer 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 up 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 sun.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, it was 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.Menger told someone to bring it down.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 Mengel 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.Meng Geer was so anxious that he was at a loss. Fortunately, with a sudden bump, the raft stopped, and it turned out to be stranded on a sandy beach only twenty-five feet 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 seaweed that had been driven in by 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 Mengel 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 on December 16, 1642, New Zealanders have lived a free life on the island, although they often communicate with European ships.No European country wants to occupy the islands scattered across the Pacific Ocean.Later, some missionaries, especially the 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 the foreigners will come and occupy it, and we will become their slaves. True, on January 29, 1840, the warship Herald sailed into the Bay of Islands, north of Ekanamawi.Captain Hobson disembarked to the village of Colorado Leka.The villagers of the village were called to a meeting in the Church of Jesus, at which the Queen's commission was read out. Captain Hodson called some of the principal chiefs of New Zealand to the residences of the British diplomats at Peyer, and tried to subdue them, saying that the Queen had sent ships and troops to protect them, and that their rights were still subject to Guaranteed, their freedom is still intact.But their land should belong to the king and must be sold to the queen. 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. I have said before that the New Zealanders are brave. Although they made concessions for a short period of time, they showed their spirit of continuous struggle in the subsequent resistance process.Each tribe of the Maori tribe is a big family. They elect a chief and give him absolute obedience and respect.The people of this nation are tall, smooth-haired, brave and good at fighting.There used to be a famous chief named Xi Xi who competed against the famous ancient French general Wei Senjie Toli.Now, the war on Ekanamawe Island has been uninterrupted, led by William.Sang Zunxun is leading the tribesmen to fight to defend their homeland. Haven't the British already taken control of the main strongholds in New Zealand?Menger asked. Of course it was under control, the geographer replied. Since Captain Hobson took over the island, he became the governor of the island and successively established nine colonial districts in areas with better geographical conditions.The total population amounted to 180,346 people, and many important commercial cities also appeared in various places.On the North Island, there are cities such as New Plymouth, Ahushili, Wellington, etc., which are very prosperous and often have ships.On the South Island, there is Nelson, who is known as the garden of New Zealand, surpassing Montbury in France, Picton on the Cook Strait, Cretchurch, Invergalgill, and Dunedin.All of these cities have their own characteristics that prevent you from judging its merits.Moreover, these cities are not made up of a few wooden sheds, nor are they villages of native people, but modern civilized cities with piers, churches, banks, docks, botanical gardens, climate research institutes, newspapers, There are hospitals, charities, seminaries, gangs, clubs, choirs, theatres, the Exhibition of Nations, just like London and Paris.This year, industrial products from all over the world have been sent to this man-eating country for an exhibition, and perhaps the exhibition has already opened! Why, will there be an exhibition when you are fighting the natives?Lady Helen asked in surprise. The British don't care about war!The geographer also said that the war did not make them panic, and they held exhibitions while fighting.Even they sometimes build railways under the guns of New Zealanders. How is the fight between them now?Menger asked. It was six months since we had left Europe, and little was known since our departure, but, passing through Australia, I read in the papers that the fighting was still severe on the North Island. When did this war start?Miss Mary asked. The first native 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 made the old Bata Tuo the king, and made the village where he lived between the Kuma Kato River and the Kupa River 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, he has become a central figure in this war.His talent was manifested in his ability to organize an army. At his suggestion, a chief of Taraki Province gathered many scattered tribes under a unified slogan; The Great Land League was organized to prevent the natives from selling their land to the British government.The British government newspaper picked up this shocking news, and the government expressed great concern about it. At the same time, the fighting level of the natives also increased, and the conflict between the two sides became acute and could explode. So, how is it triggered?Sir asked. It's a long story, a native has 5,000 acres of land near New Plymouth, which he sold to the British government.However, when the agent came to measure it, Chief Jinji protested and refused to sell it.And set up camp on the land and guarded it day and night.A few days later, Colonel Gould led troops to occupy the place.Thus, a national self-defense war started. Are there many Maori tribe soldiers?Menger asked. In the past hundred years, the population of the Maori has been greatly reduced, and now the two islands together only have 90,000 people, and 30,000 of them can still deal with their opponents for a while. Did they resist in this way and win in the end?Mrs. Helen asked next. Victory, madam.They are so brave and good at fighting that even the British have to admire them.New Zealanders are good at guerrilla warfare, concentrating superior forces, annihilating enemies one by one, and robbing immigrants' property.General Kamorong led the troops to search in the jungle, and felt very tricky. In 1863, during a battle, the Maori actually occupied a fortress on the upper reaches of the Kukato River.The terrain of this fortress is dangerous, built on a steep hill, with three lines of defense outside.Many Maori chiefs called on people to defend their homeland, and predicted that those white cards would be wiped out in the future. 】.General Cameron's three thousand subordinates were all inhumane and murderous, and none of the captives survived.William.Sampson commanded 2,500 soldiers.It was later increased to eight thousand.Women also joined in during the toughest times of the war.However, this team finally fell, but it has become a piece of scorched earth.During the battle, many epic stories emerged.Once, 400 Maori were guarding the Erakan Fortress, and were surrounded by General Kalai with 1,000 people.They had neither food nor drink, but they never surrendered.Finally, they fought their way out and fled to the swamp. The British occupied Kukato County, Meng asked, is it time to end the war? how could be?The British will not be reconciled if they do not tame the natives of New Zealand.When I left Paris this time, I heard that the governor accepted the surrender of the tribes of Taranga and allowed them to keep three-quarters of the land.It is also said that the uprising leader William.Sampson also wanted to surrender.This is pure nonsense, the fact is that on the contrary, it is possible that this righteous jihad will be carried on more intensely and more organized. According to you, is this war going to be fought in 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 Coia, where the Maori flag must be flying high. Well, it's better for us to go north. I also think so, New Zealand hates Europeans, especially the British, we should avoid encountering them. If we're lucky, we might meet European troops.said Mrs. Helen. Maybe, but not much hope.There will be guerrillas hidden in any clump of woods in the field, and the soldiers of the small team dare not go to the countryside alone to search.Therefore, we do not expect European troops to come to the rescue.Let's walk along the west coast, take a stop and rest for a while, and we will arrive in Auckland smoothly.I even wanted to follow the road taken by Mr. Hauchett along the Kukato River. Is this gentleman a traveler?asked Robert Jr. yes kid.He was a member of the Scientific Committee and had been here in 1858 during his round-the-world voyage. Mr. Paganel, are there any travelers who come to New Zealand as famous as Burke and Stuart?Little Robert asked again.He was always very excited when he heard the stories of travelers' adventures. There are a few, such as Dr. Hooker, Professor Brisas, the naturalists Defenbar and Haster.Although they sacrificed their lives to the passion of adventure, they are not as well-known as the travelers who explored Australia and Africa. Do you know their history? There is no need to ask, I will tell you right now.However, my story is not too long.Because New Zealand is not very big, there are not many strange things worth exploring.Strictly speaking, these characters cannot be regarded as travelers, but just tourists. Although they sacrificed, they only died in insignificant incidents. Who are these people?Lady Helen was listening too. There are geometers Wei Gongbo and Horwitt.Among them, Horwitt is the person who once said that Burke's body was found during the expedition.Both of them set out from Christchurch in the first half of 1863, crossing the high mountains of northern Aitbury.Wei Gongbo had a traveling companion named Lu Bu, who once 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 at the source of the Rakaya River, and then climbed to the top of the mountain at an altitude of 1,300 meters.They were too tired and cold to move forward, so they had to camp in the ice and snow.They wandered in the mountains for seven days before they found their way at the bottom of the valley.Sometimes they have no fire to keep warm, sometimes they have nothing to eat, their clothes are often wet, the sugar they bring has melted into balls, the biscuits have turned into waterlogged powder balls, and their bodies are covered with bruises.Finally, they found a Maori hut, some more potatoes in the vegetable garden, and the two friends shared one last good meal.In the evening, we arrived at the beach, near where the Taramacao River enters the sea.Only by crossing can we 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. However, in the middle of the river, the small boat leaked somehow.Uncle Wei jumped into the river quickly, but Lu Bu couldn't swim, so he had to hold on to the boat.However, it saved Rube's life.The most dismal night came, with a torrential downpour of rain.Rubu fell and fell for several hours in the wind and waves, and was finally washed to the shore, unconscious.The next day, at dawn, he woke up and crawled to a clear spring.Soon, Wei Gongbo's head and body were found in the mud nearby, and he was dead.Rubu dug a hole with his hands and buried his companion's body.Two days later, he was so hungry that he was taken in by kind Maori.There are also good people among the Maori.On the 4th of May he returned to his bivouac at Horwitt, Lake Bailenna, but the poor traveler also died six weeks later. Misfortunes never come singly, it seems that there is a lifeline tying these travelers together, as long as the rope is broken, they all have to die.Meng Geer inserted such a sentence in the middle. You are right, Mr. Mengele.I also thought the same way, what kind of joint law made Horwitt die in almost the same environment?No one can tell.He was entrusted by the director of the Engineering Bureau, Wei De, to explore a horse riding route from Hununiyuan to the mouth of the Taramacao River.When he set out, he took five people with him.He carried out his work with incomparable wisdom, and the first sixty-five kilometers went smoothly, but he couldn't go any further when he reached the Taramacau 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 still returned to the original camping place.After taking in Rubu, he led two subordinates to cross Lake Bailunna, and then disappeared without a trace.The flimsy skiff in which he was traveling was stranded at the water's edge, and he searched for it for nine weeks without success.The unfortunate few, unable to swim, probably fell into the water and drowned. Why not assume they lived among some native tribe in New Zealand?At least their life and death are unknown!said Mrs. Helen. Madame, you can’t say that, the geographer replied, it’s been such a long time since the accident happened, and there’s been no dead or alive people in this small place of New Zealand. If there’s no news within a year, he said to himself, then It's hopeless, it's over!