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Show - 5'2 - to dry in the warm sand. He dozed off and dreamed he was thr chieftain of a huge canoe travelling to explore the vast Sea of Kiwa as his brave ancestors used to do. He also dreamed of another morning like this when he had rested upon the sand and awakened with a start, feeling other eves uoon him. In his sleen, he relived the day his friendship with Henry Busby began. He knew he was not alone on the beach. He had no idea how long he had slept. He sat UP, brushing the dried sand from his body. Then h^ saw the man sitting in the shade of the ferns. It x«ras a Pakeha, a white man watching him from a stone's throw ax*ray. Roa's first impulse was to run, to flee from the Pakeha with all the soeed his feet could carry him. But the white man's gaze held him spellbound. It was friendly. He was smiling and arising to his feet. The stranger was golden haired and fair skinned. He truly appeared to be a white god. He raised his hand, in what Roa took to be a greeting or sign that he was a friend. The Pakeha began walking slowly and deliberately toward Roa. Fear gripped him, then curiosity, then excitement, as the stranger came closer. Roa |
