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Horrible
yells
followed
;
a
hundred
arms
threatened
the
terror-stricken
captives
.
But
no
one
moved
,
for
the
funeral
ceremonies
were
not
yet
over
.
The
wife
of
Kara-Tete
had
joined
her
husband
.
The
two
bodies
lay
stretched
side
by
side
.
But
in
the
future
life
,
even
the
presence
of
his
faithful
companion
was
not
enough
.
Who
would
attend
on
them
in
the
realm
of
Noui-Atoua
,
if
their
slaves
did
not
follow
them
into
the
other
world
.
Six
unfortunate
fellows
were
brought
to
the
mound
.
They
were
attendants
whom
the
pitiless
usages
of
war
had
reduced
to
slavery
.
During
the
chief
's
lifetime
they
had
borne
the
severest
privations
,
and
been
subjected
to
all
kinds
of
ill-usage
;
they
had
been
scantily
fed
,
and
incessantly
occupied
like
beasts
of
burden
,
and
now
,
according
to
Maori
ideas
,
they
were
to
resume
to
all
eternity
this
life
of
bondage
.
These
poor
creatures
appeared
quite
resigned
to
their
destiny
.
They
were
not
taken
by
surprise
.
Their
unbound
hands
showed
that
they
met
their
fate
without
resistance
.
Their
death
was
speedy
and
not
aggravated
by
tedious
suffering
;
torture
was
reserved
for
the
authors
of
the
murder
,
who
,
only
twenty
paces
off
,
averted
their
eyes
from
the
horrible
scene
which
was
to
grow
yet
more
horrible
.
Six
blows
of
the
MERE
,
delivered
by
the
hands
of
six
powerful
warriors
,
felled
the
victims
in
the
midst
of
a
sea
of
blood
.
This
was
the
signal
for
a
fearful
scene
of
cannibalism
.
The
bodies
of
slaves
are
not
protected
by
taboo
like
those
of
their
masters
.
They
belong
to
the
tribe
;
they
were
a
sort
of
small
change
thrown
among
the
mourners
,
and
the
moment
the
sacrifice
was
over
,
the
whole
crowd
,
chiefs
,
warriors
,
old
men
,
women
,
children
,
without
distinction
of
age
,
or
sex
,
fell
upon
the
senseless
remains
with
brutal
appetite
.
Faster
than
a
rapid
pen
could
describe
it
,
the
bodies
,
still
reeking
,
were
dismembered
,
divided
,
cut
up
,
not
into
morsels
,
but
into
crumbs
.
Of
the
two
hundred
Maories
present
everyone
obtained
a
share
.
They
fought
,
they
struggled
,
they
quarreled
over
the
smallest
fragment
.
The
drops
of
hot
blood
splashed
over
these
festive
monsters
,
and
the
whole
of
this
detestable
crew
groveled
under
a
rain
of
blood
.
It
was
like
the
delirious
fury
of
tigers
fighting
over
their
prey
,
or
like
a
circus
where
the
wild
beasts
devour
the
deer
.
This
scene
ended
,
a
score
of
fires
were
lit
at
various
points
of
the
"
pah
"
;
the
smell
of
charred
flesh
polluted
the
air
;
and
but
for
the
fearful
tumult
of
the
festival
,
but
for
the
cries
that
emanated
from
these
flesh-sated
throats
,
the
captives
might
have
heard
the
bones
crunching
under
the
teeth
of
the
cannibals
.
Glenarvan
and
his
companions
,
breathless
with
horror
,
tried
to
conceal
this
fearful
scene
from
the
eyes
of
the
two
poor
ladies
.
They
understood
then
what
fate
awaited
them
next
day
at
dawn
,
and
also
with
what
cruel
torture
this
death
would
be
preceded
.
They
were
dumb
with
horror
.
The
funeral
dances
commenced
.
Strong
liquors
distilled
from
the
"
piper
excelsum
"
animated
the
intoxication
of
the
natives
.
They
had
nothing
human
left
.
