The Argonauts of the "Margaret" would probably have
sailed for New Zealand almost immediately on the return of Mr. John McKay.
It is probable, however, that they had not the means wherewith to finance
another expedition. It is true that some of the more capable men left for
the gold-fields and accumulated considerable sums of money. Much of it
would necessarily be spent in the support of their friends at Melbourne.
It is also probable that owing to their rubbing shoulders with so many
miners they would be less inclined to further wanderings and the spending
of their means on fresh expeditions. When, however, the "Highland Lass"
arrived their outlook was changed. Here was a ship owned by the people on
board just as they had owned the "Margaret." All that was necessary,
therefore, was that the "Highland Lass" should continue her journey for a
few more days. With so persuasive an intercessor as Norman and one who was
venerated by most of them almost to the point of worship, the persuading
of the "Highland Lass" Argonauts was a comparatively easy task.
Mr. John McKay gave a most glowing account of the land
he was sent to spy out, and that, coupled with the invitation of Governor
Grey, were powerful influences in helping them to come to a decision. It
was, therefore, agreed that upon the refitting of the "Highland Lass" she
should continue her journey to their land of promise. Such of the heads of
families as were at the gold-fields were soon acquainted of the new
venture, and they returned to Melbourne with large sums of money prepared
to join in the new quest for the Golden Fleece.
The day before they sailed Norman called them together
at the Yarra camp and preached another farewell sermon. There was no
sadness at the leaving on this occasion, but rather a note of gladness
that God had opened a door for them. They were still wandering in the
wilderness, but had received commands to proceed on their journey. The
Promised Land had been seen by one of their number, and with faith and
trust in God all of them would see it in due time. Then he called upon
Captain Duncan McKenzie to lead the people in singing the 51st Psalm to
the grand old tune of Dundee
"Dean trocair orm a Dhia nan gras"
After Thy loving kindness, Lord,
Have mercy upon me;
For Thy compassion great blot out
All mine iniquity.
Then in fervent prayer he implored the blessings of God
upon the people and His protection of them during their journey to the
Promised Land.
Early in December, 1852, the "Highland Lass" departed
upon the final stage of her journey. Now she was a crowded ship with some
300 souls on board. Each was willing to help the other, and as the journey
was expected to be completed in about 20 days no particular routine was
practised. December was mid-summer in southern latitudes, so that they
experienced long days and a warm sun. Gradually they rounded the North
Cape and sailed down the east coast of their intended home. Early in
January, 1853, they cast anchor one night under the shelter of
Rangitoto Island in the Auckland harbour. Mr. John McKay, who had already
visited the harbour, knew the locality and directed the ship to her
anchorage. There was no wharf, and hence they were compelled to anchor in
the stream. Auckland in those days was a mere village, with a few wooden
and ferntree huts nestling around the bay. When the inhabitants awoke on
this fateful morning they saw a strange craft crowded with people lying in
their harbour. Who could she be? Where_did she come from? What was her
business? These were questions that flew from one to the other. They knew
of no ship that was expected to carry so many people. Whalers frequently
visited the port, but their boats were of a different build and carried
only a limited crew. Thoughts of piracy ran round the settlement and spy
glasses were brought to bear upon the stranger. Then the national colours
were hoisted, and a party went out to reconnoitre. In due time they
returned and reported that here was a shipload of Nova Scotians roaming
the world in search of a new home. Governor Grey invited their leaders to
come ashore and discuss their business. This they did, and then they were
shown several areas of land around the infant settlement that was open for
them to purchase. Three hundred people would require a considerable area
of fertile land so as to enable them to make a successful settlement. They
also wished to settle in the one locality, and this added to their
difficulties in settlement. They spent several days looking around the
infant city. Meantime Sir Donald McLean, of Hawke’s Bay, and Mr. James
Macandrew, of Dunedin, heard of their arrival and their desire for
suitable lands upon which to settle. Each of these gentlemen sent them
pressing invitations to come to their respective districts where abundance
of fertile land awaited them at a nominal price. They were inclined to
accept Mr. Macandrew’s offer of land in the Oamaru district, but upon
hearing that it was treeless and no port available they declined the
offer. Governor Sir George Grey was anxious that they should remain in the
Auckland district as European settlers were greatly desired there as a
check upon the Maoris. Here was a compact body of people who could readily
defend themselves, and at the same time were expert bushmen who could
easily adapt themselves to all the pioneering difficulties. Towards this
end he bethought himself of the Waipu block of land which had recently
been the subject of inquiry by the government. It lay along the east coast
about 100 miles north of Auckland. It was said to have been purchased by a
trader named Busby from the Maori owners for three bales of blankets. By
this purchase he was said to have acquired a right to about 60,000 acres.
The purchase was considered invalid by the government, but to avoid
litigation it offered him one shilling per acre. For many years afterwards
Mr. Busby presented his claim to the government but was denied a hearing.
As this land transaction throws light upon the early
modes of land dealing in New Zealand, we may quote here the words of one
of the original Nova Scotians who settled there:-
Mr. Bedlington, the government surveyor who conducted
the survey of the block after we had taken possession, told us that 30,000
acres of the Waipu block had been secured by Mr. Busby for three bales of
blankets. The Provincial Government of the day seized this block by paying
Mr. Busby one shilling per acre. Whether this was a purchase or an option
it is hard to say at this distance of time. The "Highland Lass" people
paid ten shillings per acre for their land, but of course they had their
choice and most excellent land it was. Mr. Busby fought his case before
the Provincial Government for several years, and eventually, during Mr.
Gillies’ superintendency, was permitted to bring his case before
Parliament. The seat of government had been removed to Wellington in 1865,
and the first parliament sitting there granted Mr. Busby Ł30,000 for the
block granted to the Nova Scotian people.
FINDING THE GOLDEN FLEECE.
Norman formed a party and led them into the wilderness
in search of Waipu. They could not travel by land as there were no roads,
and, further, the country was occupied by a savage and hostile people who
resented the land hunger of the Pakeha (white man). In those circumstances
he hired a long boat, and accompanied by Captain Duncan McKenzie, John
McKay, John Fraser, and Kenneth Ding-wall they sailed up the coast to the
Hen and Chicken Islands, which lie opposite to the country which they
wished to explore. All went well, and they landed at the mouth of the
Waipu River which at that time entered the sea near to a low rocky
headland named Bream Tail. Here they found a beaten track which led
inland. This they followed through the bush until they arrived at a
forest-clad hill of about 1,000 feet in height up which the track led.
Ascending this hill a glorious panorama spread itself before them. Higher
and higher they climbed until they arrived at its summit. Here they found
the ruins of a deserted settlement. This evidently was the home of the
Maoris who had bartered their land to Mr. Busby, while the pathway up
which they had travelled was the Maori trail to and from the beach. Here
was a palisaded enclosure of about one acre in extent. A deep trench
surrounded it, and at each corner of the square were high watch towers.
All around the ground was covered with shells, bones, stone weapons,
timber, and other refuse which formed the kitchen middin of its native
inhabitants. What a glorious view unfolded itself from this point of
vantage. Immediately below them lay the sacred Vale of Ares. On their left
arose the silvery peak of Maungaturoto. On the right the purple isles of
the ocean (Hen and Chickens), while in the distance rose the bold black
headland known as Bream Head (Whangarei Heads). North and south rose range
upon range of glorious mountain scenery that immediately appealed to these
sons of the mountains. Close by them arose a giant Kauri tree, and on
scanning its branches Norman beheld the Golden Fleece hanging from its
topmost boughs. He advanced, climbed the tree, secured the Golden Fleece,
and was happy. As he descended there arose from the most northerly
watch-tower the form of a charming dusky maiden who thus addressed him :—"
Stranger, you have come from afar. You have sailed many seas, encountered
many dangers, endured many disappointments, and now you have your reward.
I led you thither, and now the Sacred Vale of Ares is for you and your
people. I am Medea, but of that more anon; follow me." Then she led him to
a spot in the sacred Grove of Ares where three rivers met. " Here," said
she, "you shall build your altar and name it Waipu, or, in your own
tongue, Ranhurn (ran, roaring; burn, water)." Then they returned to the
hill which Norman christened Mount Pisgah in commemoration of the hill
from which another great leader viewed his Promised Land. Fearing some
treachery Medea urged him to hurry away with the Golden Fleece and,
leading the way, she ran down the hill to "Colchis" (Bream Tail) where the
"Argo" lay. When they boarded the craft she waved her hand. Then a breeze
sprang up which rapidly carried them to Auckland.
What joy there was on board the "Highland Lass" when
the Argonauts returned. Their task was accomplished and here was the
Golden Fleece. The heroes were crowded with laurels, the pipers played the
Highland Laddie, the "Highland Lass" spread her skirts to the winds,
danced over the waves, and arrived at the "City of Colchis."