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Show 13<? scanned the earth about him. The maiestic trees of the forest, the smaller ferns and shrubbery, the brilliantly colored flowers, the birds and animals, the hills and rugged mountain peaks, and the skv above, which housed the sun and clouds and rains and mists by day, and. the moon and stars bv night. This land, his land, he loved with all his heart and snirit and body, and all the vigor xrtthin him. He hated to see this beautiful, trannxiil island land stained with the blood of wars and. murders and treachery. Surely there were others who thought as he did and longed for the same peace for their land. His friend Henry Busby was one. perhaos, perhaps... L His mother sensed that something terrible had. hauoened when he re-entered the whare, something even beyond the news of the death of his Pakeha friend. "What troubles you, my son?" "Mother Marama, why is it my father and I cannot understand each other?" he asked despondently. "Angry words were exchanged between mv father and me. Perhans the words left our lies before thought accompanied them. However, I seemed compelled to |