Yes, it was dead; but what had killed it?
and still the wonder grew! The _Endeavour_ lay in the bay for some time, and a brisk trade grew up between ship and shore.

On one great, never-to-be-forgotten day little Taniwha and some of his play-fellows were taken out in a canoe and went on board the magic ship.

Wrapped in their flax cloaks they sat close together on the deck, not daring to move about for fear they might be bewitched in some dark corner, and so might never be able to go away and get home again.

But their sharp brown eyes noted everything.

They easily made out the leader of the goblins.