"The Mana of the Maori is by water. No one, here, carrying the same thing that I'm carrying today." --Titi Tihu In living memory, before the Whanganui River became a tawny mass seeming to flow upside down, the river bed was clean stone and the water of the river "tasted like kowhai. The trees used to grow over the river and drop into the water, and the water tasted like kowhai." This is a book of many river people--a "hidden" prophet, living with over a thousand followers at a place now deserted; a Pakeha-Maori, making gunpowder using charcoal made from willows grown from cuttings taken from Napoleon's grave; a riverboat magnate, building a fiefdom on 'the Rhine of Maoriland'; a highly decorated soldier, fighting as a kupapa yet fighting for tino rangatiratanga; arsenic and flour poisoners--and always, the river itself.
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