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most firmly believe, but their ideas respecting it 
are most absurd. The answer which I received 
from Paru to this important question was rather 
a lengthy one: they were the last words he ever 
spoke — the last earthly sounds he ever uttered, 
except the long, deep, hollow groan of death. — 
‘‘ I shall go to hell,’' said he, with terrible em- 
phasis, I shall go to hell. Wiro* is there, and 
I shall be his companion for ever. — I have not 
killed men enough to have my eyes made stars, 
as Hongi’s are : I am not an old man, but a youth, 
I shall go to hell : where else — where else — where 
else should I go?” He sank down exhausted; 
and seemed to slumber for a short time. — I left 
him ; and before I had ridden half a mile from 
the place where he was lying, a long fire of 
musketry announced his departure to that place 
where his state is for ever fixed. Thus died Paru, 
a chief of great name and importance with the 
Ngai-te-waki. I dare not pronounce what his 
state now is: man is not the judge. He has passed 
the tribunal of the Judge of quick and dead, who 
must needs do right, and will render to every man 
according to liis deeds. This only, so far as it 
appeared to us, we know — that poor Paru, to the 
very last, turned liis back upon the only way of 
salvation. 
Coleman Davis Aoheke is an instance of a very 
different kind. How gladly do I turn to the scene 
• That is, The Evil-one : see page 145. 
