Meanwhile, one of the Rotorua warriors, Uira by name, was studying Tarore’s little Gospel of Luke. Uira threw it down in disgust! When he had taken the flax kit from under the girl’s head, he had thought it contained something of value, perhaps greenstone, but now all he had was a book. A book was no use to him. Even though it was written in Maori, he had never learned to read. The book lay on the ground for a while, but then someone picked it up and cared for it.
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