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This
troop
of
harpies
surrounded
them
,
shaking
their
fists
,
howling
and
vociferating
.
Some
English
words
that
escaped
their
coarse
mouths
left
no
doubt
that
they
were
clamoring
for
immediate
vengeance
.
In
the
midst
of
all
these
cries
and
threats
,
Lady
Helena
,
tranquil
to
all
outward
seeming
,
affected
an
indifference
she
was
far
from
feeling
.
This
courageous
woman
made
heroic
efforts
to
restrain
herself
,
lest
she
should
disturb
Glenarvan
's
coolness
.
Poor
Mary
Grant
felt
her
heart
sink
within
her
,
and
John
Mangles
stood
by
ready
to
die
in
her
behalf
.
His
companions
bore
the
deluge
of
invectives
each
according
to
his
disposition
;
the
Major
with
utter
indifference
,
Paganel
with
exasperation
that
increased
every
moment
.
Glenarvan
,
to
spare
Lady
Helena
the
attacks
of
these
witches
,
walked
straight
up
to
Kai-Koumou
,
and
pointing
to
the
hideous
group
:
"
Send
them
away
,
"
said
he
.
The
Maori
chief
stared
fixedly
at
his
prisoner
without
speaking
;
and
then
,
with
a
nod
,
he
silenced
the
noisy
horde
.
Glenarvan
bowed
,
as
a
sign
of
thanks
,
and
went
slowly
back
to
his
place
.
At
this
moment
a
hundred
Maories
were
assembled
in
the
"
pah
,
"
old
men
,
full
grown
men
,
youths
;
the
former
were
calm
,
but
gloomy
,
awaiting
the
orders
of
Kai-Koumou
;
the
others
gave
themselves
up
to
the
most
violent
sorrow
,
bewailing
their
parents
and
friends
who
had
fallen
in
the
late
engagements
.
Kai-Koumou
was
the
only
one
of
all
the
chiefs
that
obeyed
the
call
of
William
Thompson
,
who
had
returned
to
the
lake
district
,
and
he
was
the
first
to
announce
to
his
tribe
the
defeat
of
the
national
insurrection
,
beaten
on
the
plains
of
the
lower
Waikato
.
Of
the
two
hundred
warriors
who
,
under
his
orders
,
hastened
to
the
defence
of
the
soil
,
one
hundred
and
fifty
were
missing
on
his
return
.
Allowing
for
a
number
being
made
prisoners
by
the
invaders
,
how
many
must
be
lying
on
the
field
of
battle
,
never
to
return
to
the
country
of
their
ancestors
!
This
was
the
secret
of
the
outburst
of
grief
with
which
the
tribe
saluted
the
arrival
of
Kai-Koumou
.
Up
to
that
moment
nothing
had
been
known
of
the
last
defeat
,
and
the
fatal
news
fell
on
them
like
a
thunder
clap
.
Among
the
savages
,
sorrow
is
always
manifested
by
physical
signs
;
the
parents
and
friends
of
deceased
warriors
,
the
women
especially
,
lacerated
their
faces
and
shoulders
with
sharpened
shells
.
The
blood
spurted
out
and
blended
with
their
tears
.
Deep
wounds
denoted
great
despair
.
The
unhappy
Maories
,
bleeding
and
excited
,
were
hideous
to
look
upon
.
There
was
another
serious
element
in
their
grief
.
Not
only
had
they
lost
the
relative
or
friend
they
mourned
,
but
his
bones
would
be
missing
in
the
family
mausoleum
.
