Now about this time Tuhuruhuru, [Hurt] the son of Rupe’s sister, grew up into manhood, and he married Apakura, and she gave birth to a son whom they named Tuwhakararo, [Spread] and afterwards to a daughter, named Mairatea, [Meter] she then had several other children, and then she gave birth to Whahatauptiki, and afterwards she gave birth to her last child who was called Reimatua. [Recover]
When Mairatea grew up she was married to the son of a chief named Popohorokewa, the chief of the Ati-Hapai [And Hapai] tribe, and she accompanied her husband to his village.
Tuwhakararo remained at his own village, and after a time he longed to see his sister and thought that he would go and pay her a visit, so away he went, and reached the very large house belonging to the Popohorokewa tribe.
The name of the house was Te-Uru-o Manono, [Benefits of Manono] and all the dependents and family of Popohorokewa lived in that house.
Tuwhakararo stayed with them for a while and it happened that the young sister of his brother-in-law, whose name was Maurea, took a fancy to him and showed that she liked him. Although, at the same time she was carrying out a courtship with another young man of the Ati-Hapai tribe.
While Tuwhakararo was on this visit to his brother-in-law, some of the young men of the Ati-Hapai tribe asked him one day to wrestle with them, and he, agreeing to this, stood up to wrestle.
The one who came forward as his competitor was the sweetheart of his brother-in-law's sister.
Tuwhakararo laid hold of the young man and soon gave him a severe fall.
That match being over they both stood up again, and Tuwhakararo, lifting him up in his arms, gave him another severe fall, and all the young people of the Ati-Hapai tribe burst out laughing at the youth for having two such heavy falls from Tuwhakararo.
So he sat down on the ground, looking very foolish, and feeling extremely sulky and provoked at being laughed at by everybody.
Tuwhakararo, having finished his wrestling, sat down and began to put on his clothes again.
While he was in the act of putting his head through his cloak, the young man that he had thrown in wrestling ran up, and just as his head appeared through the cloak threw a hand full of sand in his eyes.
Tuwhakararo, wild with pain, could see nothing and began to rub his eyes, to get the dust out and ease the anguish.
The young man then struck him on the head and killed him.
The people of the Ati-Hapai tribe then ran in and cut his body up and afterwards, devoured it, and they took his bones and hung them up in the roof, under the ridgepole of the house.
While they were there the bones rattled together, and his sister heard them, and it seemed to her as if they made a sound like “Tauparoro, Tauparoro”.[Apply]
She listened again to the rattling of the bones, and again she heard the words “Tauproro, Tauparoro”, and the sister of Tuwhakararo, looking up at the bones, said, “You rattle in vain, O bones of him who was devoured by the Ati-Hapai tribe, for who is there to lament over him or to avenge his death?”
At last the news of the sad event which had taken place reached the ears of his brother, Whakatau-potiki, and his other brothers, and when they heard it they were grieved and pained at the fate of their brother.
At last Whakatau-potiki adopted a firm resolution to go and avenge Tuwhakararo’s death, and as the rest of the tribe agreed in this purpose, they began without delay to build canoes for its execution.
While they were lashing on the top boards of the canoes, their mother, Apakura, with all her female attendants, began to beat and prepare fern root for the warriors to carry with them as provisions for their voyage.
While the women were engaged in preparing the fern root for the provisions, the war party commenced and continued repeating a lament for the young man which would raise the feelings of the warriors.
The army of Whakatau-potiki now embarked, they started in a thousand canoes, and floated out into the open sea, and proceeding on their course, they landed at a certain place which lay in their route.
When they arrived there the army of Whakatau had a review, to show how well they could go through their manoeuvres.
They were formed into columns, and one column, with fierce shouts and yells, after a war dance, sprang upon the supposed enemy, and whilst they were thus engaged with their imaginary foe, a second column, with wild cries, advanced to their support.
Then the first column of warriors retired to reform and thus, column after column feigned to charge their foes.
Then one body of warriors rushed to an adjoining creek and tried to jump over it, but they could not.
A band of men under Whakatau’s immediate command were sitting upon the ground watching the others, and when the first group gave up in despair all thoughts of leaping over the creek. This chosen band of Whaktau rose from the ground.
They then started forward, and reach the edge of the creek in good order, and easily sprang across it to the other side.
When the review was ended, Whakatau made a speech to the warriors, saying,
“Warriors, all of you listen to me.” “We will not finish our voyage until the dark night, lest we should be seen by the people we are about to attack, and thus fail to surprise them.
Just as it was dark, Whakatau ordered his own chosen band of warriors to go and pull the plugs out of all the canoes but their own, and in obedience to his orders, they went and pulled out the plugs of all of the thousand canoes, without missing a single canoe.
This having been done, Whakatau called aloud to his whole force, “Now men, let us embark at once this very night”.
Then the warriors hurriedly arose in the darkness, and all was confusion and noise, and one canoe was launched, and then another, and another, until all were afloat on the sea.
Them they all embarked and they sprang cheerfully into their canoes, but lo, presently all the canoes began to sink, one after another, and the crews were compelled to seek the shore to repair them
In the meantime the chosen band of warriors of Whakatau urged on their canoes, leaving the others behind.
When they drew near the place where the house called Te Uru-o-Manono was situated, they landed.
The warriors then silently surrounded the house in ranks throughout its whole circumference, and at each of the eight doors of the house, they guarded by a band of men.
Whakatau laid hold of a man named Hioi, whom they caught outside of the house, and he questioned him, saying, “Where is my sister now?”
Hioi answered him, “She is in the house”
He also asked him, “In what part of the house does Popohorokewa sleep?”
Hioi replied, “At the foot of the large pillar which supports the ridge-pole of the house”
He then asked, “Has he any distinguishing mark by which we may know him?”
Hioi replied, “You may know him by one of his teeth being broken”
He then asked his last question, “In what part of the house does my sister sleep?”
Hioi replied, “She sleeps close to that door”
Whakatau asked him no more questions, but took him from the house area and cut out his tongue, and when he had done so he made him talk, and Hioi still spoke quite clearly.
So Whakatau cut out his tongue quite close to the root, and then he made him talk again, this time, nothing but an indistinct mumbling could be heard, so he sent Hioi into the house to fetch his sister out to him.
Hioi went as he was told to send Whakatau’s sister to him, for she was inside the house of her father-in-law, Popohorokewa.
When he came inside the house, the whole mass of the Ati-Hapai tribe who were sitting saw him come in, and some of them asked him where he had been to, and what had he gone for.
It was no use talking to him because he could only answer by mumbling indistinct words in reply, and those who were sitting near him wondered what could be the matter.
But the sister of Whakatau guessed in a moment that this was some device of her brothers, and at once went out of the house, and found Whakatau, and she and her brother cried together, partly from the joy of their meeting, partly from the sorrow in thinking of the melancholy death of their brother, since they had last met.
When they had done crying, Whakatau asked her, “In what part of the house does Popohorokewa sleep?”
She answered him, “He sleeps at the foot of the large pillar which supports the ridge-pole of the house”.
Then she added, “But, my brother, a great part of the Ati-Hapai tribe have seen you before, and they will know you”.
Her brother then asked her, “What do you think I had better do”.
She replied, “You had better cut your hair quite short to disguise yourself”
He consented to this being done, so his sister cut his hair quite close for him, and when she was done this, she rubbed his face all over with charcoal.
When this was done, Whakatau and his sister went into the house together.
The fire in the house had got quite low sometime before, and the people near where they went in cried out, “Make up the fire, make up the fire, here is a stranger, here is a stranger”.
So they built up the fire and made it burn brightly, and many of them came to see Whakatau, and when they looked at him, they broke out laughing, and said, “What a black looking fellow he is”
Even Popohorokewa burst out laughing at his appearance, and Whakatau, when he saw him laugh, at once recognized him by the broken tooth.
Whakatau had taken a stout rope with him when he went into the house, and he held this ready coiled in his hand, with a noose at one end of it.
As soon as he recognized Popohorokewa he easily slipped the noose over his head, and suddenly hauling it tight, he got it fast around his neck.
Then still holding the rope in his hands, he lengthened it by degrees as he and his sister rushed out of the house, and while repeating powerful incantations he climbed up on the roof of the house.
Then each warrior sprang up into his place from the ground, on which they had been lying down to conceal themselves, then they set fire to the house in several places at once, and they slaughtered all those who tried to escape.
Thus the burnt Te Uru-o-Manono, and all those who were in it, then the warriors returned, and carried with them joyful news to Apakura, the mother of Tuwhakararo.
Info From Sir George Grey
https://steemit.com/history/@len.george/the-spread-of-the-descendants-of-hoturoa
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