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Show 17* - "My mother," Roa nanted excitedly. "I have a strange feeling within me. Is something wrong?" "Hello, my son," she greeted him seriously. "We have been concerned about your whereabcuts. Yes, there has been a tragic occurence, but it is not for me to tell you. Your father is in council at the large x^rhare with the chieftains and. x^arriors. You must renort directly to him." The whare was stuffy and hot with the bodies of men and older boys crowded closelv together. Chief Turi was in the center of the circle sneaking vehemently to the council. "My son, Roa," he said, snotting him as he entered. "Where have you been?" He didn't x<zalt for an answer. "I sunnose vou have not heard of the bad happening among us." "No, my father. I am sorry I x^as not present when you called the council." "This will sorrow you, oerhaos more than any of us, my son. Three of our warriors became intoxicated with fermented drink and ambushed our Pakeha friends on their return trio to their village after visiting with us. The good doctor was killed. Your friend, the missionary, Henry Busby, narrowly |
