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Show 03 "Kia kaha, e_ tama, Be strong, my son." The white man's village was different from his own: the whares stood side by side in neat rows facing straight streets and boardwalks. Fis brown feet felt alien as they padded on the hard surface. Several Pakehas were watching as he came running up the path. "It's a Maori kid." "Where did he come from? Is there a village close by?" "I x.ronder wThat he wants here." Though Roa felt self conscious and uncertain, he approached the white men and asked breathlessly, "Please, where can I find Henry Busby? I need his help nulckly!" "He speaks English," said a large rough looking man in astonishment. "Better English than I sometimes use myself," said another. "Busby? Henry Busby, the missionary? I'll take you to him," said a mild mannered man, stepping forward. They hurried down the narrow street. |
