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Fire
still
runs
across
its
center
,
shakes
it
,
convulses
it
,
and
finds
an
outlet
in
many
places
by
the
mouths
of
geysers
and
the
craters
of
volcanoes
.
At
four
in
the
afternoon
,
nine
miles
had
been
easily
accomplished
.
According
to
the
map
which
Paganel
constantly
referred
to
,
the
confluence
of
the
Waipa
and
Waikato
ought
to
be
reached
about
five
miles
further
on
,
and
there
the
night
halt
could
be
made
.
Two
or
three
days
would
then
suffice
for
the
fifty
miles
which
lay
between
them
and
the
capital
;
and
if
Glenarvan
happened
to
fall
in
with
the
mail
coach
that
plies
between
Hawkes
'
Bay
and
Auckland
twice
a
month
,
eight
hours
would
be
sufficient
.
"
Therefore
,
"
said
Glenarvan
,
"
we
shall
be
obliged
to
camp
during
the
night
once
more
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Paganel
,
"
but
I
hope
for
the
last
time
.
"
"
I
am
very
glad
to
think
so
,
for
it
is
very
trying
for
Lady
Helena
and
Mary
Grant
.
"
"
And
they
never
utter
a
murmur
,
"
added
John
Mangles
.
"
But
I
think
I
heard
you
mention
a
village
at
the
confluence
of
these
rivers
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
the
geographer
,
"
here
it
is
,
marked
on
Johnston
's
map
.
It
is
Ngarnavahia
,
two
miles
below
the
junction
.
"
"
Well
,
could
we
not
stay
there
for
the
night
?
Lady
Helena
and
Miss
Grant
would
not
grudge
two
miles
more
to
find
a
hotel
even
of
a
humble
character
.
"
"
A
hotel
!
"
cried
Paganel
,
"
a
hotel
in
a
Maori
village
!
you
would
not
find
an
inn
,
not
a
tavern
!
This
village
will
be
a
mere
cluster
of
huts
,
and
so
far
from
seeking
rest
there
,
my
advice
is
that
you
give
it
a
wide
berth
.
"
"
Your
old
fears
,
Paganel
!
"
retorted
Glenarvan
.
