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John Rutherford, the White Chief by George Lillie Craik
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they had done the previous one; and on the following morning set out, in
company with the five chiefs, on a journey into the interior.

When they left the coast, the ship was still burning. They were attended
by about fifty natives, who were loaded with the plunder of the
unfortunate vessel. That day, he calculates, they travelled only about
ten miles, the journey being very fatiguing from the want of any regular
roads, and the necessity for making their way through a succession of
woods and swamps.

The village at which their walk terminated was the residence of one of
the chiefs, whose name was Rangadi,[K] and who was received on his
arrival by about two hundred of the inhabitants.

They came in a crowd, and, kneeling down around him, began to cry aloud
and cut their arms, faces, and other parts of their bodies with pieces
of sharp flint, of which each of them carried a number tied with a
string about his neck, till the blood flowed copiously from their
wounds.

[Illustration: Kororareka Beach, in the Bay of Islands, where some of
Rutherford's adventures are supposed to have taken place.]

These demonstrations of excited feeling, which Rutherford describes as
merely their usual manner of receiving any of their friends who have
been for some time absent, are rather more extravagant than seem to have
been commonly observed to take place on such occasions in other parts of
the island. Mr. Marsden,[L] however, states that on Korro-korro's[M]
return from Port Jackson, many of the women of his tribe who came out to
receive him "cut themselves in their faces, arms, and breasts with sharp
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