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Show - Ik "Won't this be wonderful for us, my brother?" remarked Ruruku, as the brothers walked home to their whare. "Yes, Indeed. I have long wanted to travel to the big South Island. It will be our first iournev of such length from our own pa." Their enmity from earlier in the dav was forgotten as they skipped, ran, and shoved one another along the path. However later, In the silent darkness of the whsre with his sleeping family, a troubled Roa tossed upon his mat, turning over and over in his mind the confrontation with his father and brother. Why cannot our people live in peace with the white man? Are we so different only because of the color of our skin, or are we different inside as well? Fy friend Henrv Busb- is wise and good -- are not other white men friendly too? Could we not settle our differences over a council fire rather than with war clubs? Will we never turn from our bloodthirsty ways and learn to live in cooperation and peace? Do not the gods send the rain to fall upon all alike, with no regard to tribe or skin color? It was nearly dawn when Poa drifted into |
