found frequent diversion in hunting out stray members of the fugitive
hapus
and converting them to a useful purpose through the medium of the oven. Often there were bush skirmishes, and although the Ngati-Mamoe frequently put up a good fight, they usually got the worst of the encounter. Mawete, the chief of Ngati-Mamoe, and a party of men from Manuka
pa
were on their way across the range to Lyttelton Harbour to fish for sharks when they were ambuscaded in the bush just below Cooper’s Knobs by a band of Ngai-Tahu warriors. The Ngati-Mamoe chief and most of his followers were killed in the skirmish that followed, with the Maori weapons of wood and stone, the spear, the
taiaha
, and the sharp-edged
patu
, and their bodies went into the oven, for the Maori’s commissariat in that age was the flesh of his foeman. And the Mamoe leader’s name still clings to that wild craggy spot where he met his death blow, for the peak which the
pakeha