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This
chief
,
Hihi
,
or
Sunbeam
,
was
not
a
bad
fellow
.
Paganel
's
spectacles
and
telescope
seemed
to
give
him
a
great
idea
of
Paganel
's
importance
,
and
he
manifested
great
attachment
to
him
,
not
only
by
kindness
,
but
by
a
strong
flax
rope
,
especially
at
night
.
This
lasted
for
three
days
;
to
the
inquiry
whether
he
was
well
treated
,
he
said
"
Yes
and
no
!
"
without
further
answer
;
he
was
a
prisoner
,
and
except
that
he
expected
immediate
execution
,
his
state
seemed
to
him
no
better
than
that
in
which
he
had
left
his
unfortunate
friends
.
One
night
,
however
,
he
managed
to
break
his
rope
and
escape
.
He
had
seen
from
afar
the
burial
of
the
chief
,
and
knew
that
he
was
buried
on
the
top
of
Maunganamu
,
and
he
was
well
acquainted
with
the
fact
that
the
mountain
would
be
therefore
tabooed
.
He
resolved
to
take
refuge
there
,
being
unwilling
to
leave
the
region
where
his
companions
were
in
durance
.
He
succeeded
in
his
dangerous
attempt
,
and
had
arrived
the
previous
night
at
the
tomb
of
Kara-Tete
,
and
there
proposed
to
recruit
his
strength
while
he
waited
in
the
hope
that
his
friends
might
,
by
Divine
mercy
,
find
the
means
of
escape
.
Such
was
Paganel
's
story
.
Did
he
designedly
conceal
some
incident
of
his
captivity
?
More
than
once
his
embarrassment
led
them
to
that
conclusion
.
But
however
that
might
be
,
he
was
heartily
congratulated
on
all
sides
.
And
then
the
present
emergency
came
on
for
serious
discussion
.
The
natives
dare
not
climb
Maunganamu
,
but
they
,
of
course
,
calculated
that
hunger
and
thirst
would
restore
them
their
prey
.
It
was
only
a
question
of
time
,
and
patience
is
one
of
the
virtues
of
all
savages
.
Glenarvan
was
fully
alive
to
the
difficulty
,
but
made
up
his
mind
to
watch
for
an
opportunity
,
or
make
one
.
First
of
all
he
made
a
thorough
survey
of
Maunganamu
,
their
present
fortress
;
not
for
the
purpose
of
defence
,
but
of
escape
.
The
Major
,
John
,
Robert
,
Paganel
,
and
himself
,
made
an
exact
map
of
the
mountain
.
They
noted
the
direction
,
outlet
and
inclination
of
the
paths
.
The
ridge
,
a
mile
in
length
,
which
united
Maunganamu
to
the
Wahiti
chain
had
a
downward
inclination
.
Its
slope
,
narrow
and
jagged
though
it
was
,
appeared
the
only
practicable
route
,
if
they
made
good
their
escape
at
all
.
If
they
could
do
this
without
observation
,
under
cover
of
night
,
they
might
possibly
reach
the
deep
valleys
of
the
Range
and
put
the
Maories
off
the
scent
.
But
there
were
dangers
in
this
route
;
the
last
part
of
it
was
within
pistol
shot
of
natives
posted
on
the
lower
slopes
.
Already
when
they
ventured
on
the
exposed
part
of
the
crest
,
they
were
saluted
with
a
hail
of
shot
which
did
not
reach
them
.
Some
gun
wads
,
carried
by
the
wind
,
fell
beside
them
;
they
were
made
of
printed
paper
,
which
Paganel
picked
up
out
of
curiosity
,
and
with
some
trouble
deciphered
.
"
That
is
a
good
idea
!
My
friends
,
do
you
know
what
those
creatures
use
for
wads
?
"
"
No
,
Paganel
!
"
said
Glenarvan
.
"
Pages
of
the
Bible
!
If
that
is
the
use
they
make
of
the
Holy
Book
,
I
pity
the
missionaries
!
It
will
be
rather
difficult
to
establish
a
Maori
library
.
"
"
And
what
text
of
scripture
did
they
aim
at
us
?
"
