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Funds of Identity
GENERAL EDITORS
Roy Pea, Professor of Education and the Learning Sciences and Director,
Stanford Center for Innovations in Learning, Stanford University
Christian Heath, The Management Centre, King’s College, London
Lucy A. Suchman, Centre for Science Studies and Department of Sociology,
Lancaster University, UK
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Funds of identity : connecting meaningful learning experiences
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Series: Learning in doing: social, cognitive and computational
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Contents
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References 111
Index 123
Figures
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Acknowledgments
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My Own Funds of Identity: A Brief Introduction
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2 My Own Funds of Identity: A Brief Introduction
any time. In a deeper sense, devices and media such as these create particu-
lar cultural and psychological architectures, as I will argue later.
After fully immersing myself in the Vygotskian approach to cultural
psychology, thanks mainly to the writings of Vygotsky himself and his col-
league Luria, as well as those of renowned commentators such as Michael
Cole, Jaan Valsiner, Barbara Rogoff, and James Wertsch, another turning
point in the direction of my interests arrived in 2010.
This was when I began to work with Carl Ratner at the Institute
for Cultural Research and Education in Trinidad, California, and with
Luis Moll and all the people of the “family” that comprised the depart-
ment of Teaching, Learning & Sociocultural Studies at the University of
Arizona: Norma González; Iliana Reyes; Marta Civil; Cecilia Ríos; Jesús
Acosta; José Soto; Aura González; Sandra Soto; Ana Iddings; Patricia
Azuara; Janelle Johnson; Ellen Bounds; Lisa Schwartz; and Richard Ruiz,
who sadly passed away recently. I remember very well the sense of humor
and compromise for social justice of Richard Ruiz. Special human abilities
characterize the members of this incredible and unique department. Many
of them are now at other universities, scattered throughout the world, but
all of them are remembered with much admiration, affection, and love.
I will never forget nor be sufficiently grateful for the great fortune this
year represents, and the impact it had on all levels of my life and training.
It was here that I comprehended Ratner’s macro cultural psychology and
the funds of knowledge program that had emerged in Arizona a few decades
earlier. And it was from that moment on that I became more deeply inter-
ested in the educational applications of Vygotskian theory in general and,
more specifically, in developing the topic I had been studying: a theory
of identity that would be educationally useful and relevant (Acosta-Iriqui
& Esteban-Guitart, 2010; Esteban-Guitart, 2011a, 2013, 2014a; Esteban-
Guitart & Moll, 2014a, 2014b; Esteban-Guitart & Ratner, 2010, 2011;
Reyes & Esteban-Guitart, 2013).
Aristotle said that Being can be expressed, indeed it is expressed, in many
ways (“Being is said in many ways”). And recently Bruner (2012) warns
that, in its deepest sense, psychology seeks to understand and investigate
the human condition but, given the multifaceted nature of this condition,
it can be conceptualized in many different ways. As with any psychologi-
cal construct, the same is true for the concept of identity. It is not my
purpose here to list all the possible ways of capturing such a complex
phenomenon as identity, but I do intend to describe and illustrate one of
them. For now, however, my intention in this introduction is to provide an
explanation of the influences and interests that underlie the fundamental
My Own Funds of Identity: A Brief Introduction 5
School –like any other social institution –is a historical and cul-
tural artifact and that means it is subject to economic, cultural, and political
forces. Schools have always been under intense scrutiny and, perhaps too
often, formal education is said to be in crisis. The role of formal education
is, however, shifting. It can be argued that what is known as the ecological
turn in the learning sciences has led to a situation in which learning is now
considered as a participation in a network of both formal and informal set-
tings, some of which are mediated by digital media. Although the ecological
turn in educational psychology and human development can be traced back
to Bronfenbrenner (1974, 1977, 1979), it seems to me that an ecological
approach to our understanding of learning is needed today more than ever.
During the first decades of the twentieth century, John Dewey imag-
ined the Schools of To-Morrow (Dewey & Dewey, 1915). Dewey emphasized
that schools needed to adopt new instructional approaches and organize
their curricula based on future societal needs. In one of his most widely
quoted commentaries, Dewey predicted, “If we teach today’s students as
we taught yesterday’s, we rob them of tomorrow” (Dewey, 1916, p. 167).
Writing just over a century ago, it would have been inconceivable for him
to envision the current world of globalization and digital media. Yet his
basic message remains highly relevant today. If schools do not reinvent
themselves to engage teachers and students and train learners for today’s
This chapter is partially based on prior ideas that appeared in González-Patiño and Esteban-
Guitart (2014) and Esteban-Guitart (2015a).
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8 Learning in a Mobile-Centric Society
needs and for today’s challenges, the idea of school as an institution will
become nonsensical.
Nowadays, learners need to refresh their knowledge and skills con-
stantly because of both the caducity of information and the precarious
and changing job market. According to the US Bureau of Labor Statistics
(2012), the average worker will change jobs almost twelve times before
age forty-six, and nearly half of these job changes will take place between
the ages of eighteen and twenty-four. At the same time, digital media is
expanding learning activities because of its capacity to connect learners to a
wide range of informational resources anywhere and anytime. Thus, rather
than being limited to six hours a day for half the year, education is mov-
ing toward complete engagement and full-time learning; rather than being
limited to school or university spaces, education is moving toward informal
activities in countless different contexts and situations.
Indeed, according to the Learning in Informal and Formal Environments
(LIFE) Center in the United States, most of the learning that occurs from
infancy to adulthood takes place in informal environments. Most of the
time, such learning is intuited, unconscious, “picked up” as we go along. We
could say that today, more than ever, learning occurs across and throughout
life; it involves life-long learning (where learning extends from our child-
hood into old age), life-wide learning (the breadth of transactions, locations,
and experiences) and life-deep learning (embracing religious, social, moral,
or ethical values that guide what people believe, how they act, and how
they judge themselves and others) (Banks et al., 2007).
Preparing students for life-long and life-wide learning are important
educational goals in democratic pluralistic societies but schools must
not forget life-deep learning, or preparing students how to live together.
“Effective citizens in democratic multicultural societies have the knowl-
edge and skills needed to live in a complex and diverse world, to participate
in deliberation with other groups, and to take action to create a more just
and caring world” (Banks et al., 2007, p. 11).
Renowned sociologists such as Manuel Castells, Zygmunt Bauman,
Stephen Castles, or John Urry, among others, argue that in this complex
and diverse world, globalization and mobility are two sides of the same coin.
Mobility has become a necessity because it allows people to be in touch with
informational networks (Castells, 1996). Not being connected is today syn-
onymous with being excluded. This is the downside of a global knowledge
economy that is characterized by a social system and way of life –consumer
capitalism –in which production, distribution, and consumption of goods
depends on investment by private capital and profit-making in the free
Learning in a Mobile-Centric Society 9
mediation –a core concept of Vygotsky’s work (Moll, 2014; Vygotsky, 1978;
Wertsch, 2007). That is to say, we use artifacts and symbol systems (“psy-
chological tools”), such as language, writing, art, mathematics, computers,
Internet, and so forth that are created culturally and inherited socially.
And we use these tools of the mind to engage in human practices and to
regulate our behavior. It seems to me that this idea is a stroke of genius
that overcomes the traditional separation between psychology (of the indi-
vidual) and the physical world that characterizes other approaches in psy-
chology such as in the work of Piaget. To Vygotsky, psychology is to be
found in things as well as in people. In that regard, the world we live in is
psychologized, full of material and symbolic resources that amplify, assist, and
regulate our behavior.
The importance of the artifact –tools, devices, or media –is not its
message but the medium itself; hence the relevance of McLuhan’s idea that
the medium is the message.
This is merely to say that the personal and social consequences of any
medium –that is, of any extension of ourselves –result from the new scale
that is introduced into our affairs by each extension of ourselves, or by any
new technology. Thus, with automation, for example, the new patterns of
human association tend to eliminate jobs; it is true. That is the negative
result. Positively, automation creates roles for people, which is to say depth
of involvement in their work and human association that our preceding
mechanical technology had destroyed. (McLuhan, 1964, p. 23)
One of McLuhan’s favorite examples is the light bulb. The light bulb has
no content and no message. It does, however, create and make possible cer-
tain forms of behavior and relationships. It enables people to read a book
at night, for example, and it creates a new business: selling light bulbs and
light fittings and distributing the electricity consumed by people.
Whether the light is being used for brain surgery or night baseball is a mat-
ter of indifference. It could be argued that these activities are in some way
the “content” of the electric light, since they could not exist without the
electric light. This fact merely underlines the point that “the medium is the
message” because it is the medium that shapes and controls the scale and
form of human association and action. The content or uses of such media
are as diverse as they are ineffectual in shaping the form of human associa-
tion. Indeed, it is only too typical that the “content” of any medium blinds
us to the character of the medium. (McLuhan, 1964, p. 24)
time spent per interaction), tablet (30 minutes), PC/laptop (39 minutes),
and TV (43 minutes) (Google, 2012).
Today, people across the planet use mobile devices for browsing the
Internet, social networking, shopping online, searching for information,
managing finances, planning a trip, watching online videos, creating and
sharing pictures, and so on. And we do these activities simultaneously and
in parallel (multitasking) much of the time. We use laptops or tablets to
search for information while we are watching TV and share what we are
doing by mobile phone, for example.
The media in McLuhan’s and Vygotsky’s society was, of course, very
different from the one that surrounds us today. McLuhan’s society was
TV-centric, given that television –first broadcast publicly by the BBC in
England in 1936 –had become the medium that revolutionized people’s
daily lives and lifestyles. However, the impact of television as a medium
and as a cultural ecology (in the TV-centric society) was soon added to by
the appearance and use of personal computers (in the PC-centric society).
And now, digital mobile devices (smartphones) and other digital technolo-
gies, such as tablets, have become the mediating element of endless human
actions and interactions integrating other devices, such as television and
radio, into their uses and applications.
In this sense, what I mean by the mobile-centric society (MCS) is
The globalized and networked practices that have arisen from the massive
penetration of digital media in our everyday lives, routines and activities.
In other words, our work, business, learning and relationships have incor-
porated and are mediated by digital devices.
Moreover, in 2014, wearables burst onto the scene with devices such as
watches able to monitor physical activity with functions related to health.
Web-connected cars, glasses, and watches –the “Internet of things” –are
new options for users to access the internet. However, the smartphone is
still the engine of the Internet’s growth. It is obvious that the Internet
has changed our way of connecting with others, with 76.9% of people
now using it to communicate and doing so mainly with smartphones and
instant messaging applications that are overtaking social network sites.
E-commerce is another major activity carried out on the Internet. Fifteen
million Spanish people regularly shop online while many use it for local
shopping searches: four out of five users would be willing to receive local
advertising and 30% of online buyers would make purchases at local shops
(for details see Fundación Telefónica, 2015).
Worldwide, the trend is similar. The average rate of mobile phone sub-
scriptions in 2012 reached the equivalent of 96% of the world population,
when only four years before it stood at 68%. Mobile broadband subscrip-
tions have grown by an average of 40% annually since 2007 and in 2012
stood at around 1,600 million worldwide. This means 60% of Internet users
are also users of mobile broadband Internet, which surpasses the figure
for landline broadband subscriptions. In 2013, 38% of the world’s popu-
lation, and the percentage is rising, are Internet users and it is estimated
that there are more than 1,720 million social network users (Fundación
Orange, 2014).
All these data illustrate and encapsulate the world in which we live: the
mobile-centric society. In this sense, the term emphasizes the importance
and the central role in our society of mobile digital devices and the flow
of information and experiences through the web, which means that, to a
greater degree than ever before in history, the offline world has been pen-
etrated by the online world, and vice versa.
culture is the importance and recognition of the senses, such as, for exam-
ple, gesture in the Nintendo Wii®, and the incorporation and convergence,
expected to increase, of online (images, texts) and offline (senses such as
smell, touch, and taste) experiences.
To this informational multimodality we need to add another, in relation
to the device (or medium) itself. That is, in the MCS, there are countless
digital media devices (video games, smartphones, laptops, tablets, etc.) that
allow us to access, construct, and negotiate meanings. And these devices
tend to converge and integrate with one another, the paradigmatic example
being the smartphone, which integrates different applications and enables
us to perform various activities way beyond a simple phone call. With a
smartphone, we can access the Internet, read e-books and digital news-
papers, watch television (and download movies and TV series), listen to
music and radio, record and upload videos (YouTube), communicate and
participate in social networks (WhatsApp, Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn,
Instagram, email, etc.), take and share photographs, shop, play, and take
part in an ever-increasing number of other activities. Indeed, this multi-
modality is a result of two kinds of convergence, the second trait of the MCS.
Hence, when I talk about convergence, I do so in two senses. First,
technological convergence involves the development of new products via a
new combination of knowledge that comes from different fields. For exam-
ple, the combination of nanotechnology with the information and com-
munication technologies facilitated the development of the ubiquitous,
wireless, barely visible devices that carry out the same functions that were
previously done by much bulkier objects. Compare, for instance, the wire-
less access to the Internet provided by a latest generation mobile phone
to the rather more robust personal computer typical of the PC-centric
society. Smartphones were developed precisely as a result of technological
convergence.
The second type of convergence, and one more relevant for our pur-
poses, is cultural convergence (Jenkins, 2006). In this case, it is a cultural
change that affects the use of media, a use related to what the author calls
participatory culture, and is linked to the third characteristic feature of the
MCS: creating and sharing.
According to Jenkins (2006), convergence means the “flow of content
across multiple media platforms, the cooperation between multiple media
industries, and the migratory behaviour of media audiences who would
go almost anywhere in search of the kinds of entertainment experiences
they wanted” (p. 14). The so-called Web 2.0, and the digitization of media,
brings with it a new relationship between the product (the medium) and
20 Learning in a Mobile-Centric Society
the user. In the MCS, people no longer passively consume what the media
offers, as occurred in the TV-centric society. People create and, very easily
and sometimes automatically, disseminate (i.e., publish, share) what they
bring to the medium and it becomes a public event. This is what Jenkins
refers to as the participatory culture, which is characterized by affiliations
(members who form part of online communities focused on various forms
of exchange, such as Facebook, Instagram, MySpace, etc.); expressions (pro-
ducing texts or images via YouTube or Instagram); collaborative problem
solving (working online and in teams to complete tasks and develop new
knowledge such as in Wikipedia or in certain online games); and, finally,
circulation (sharing the flow and the results of using communications media,
e.g., in blogs, as well as of everyday experiences to do with, e.g., hotels, res-
taurants, gaming, or cities).
This participatory culture takes place around specific kinds of com-
munities of practice. According to Lave and Wenger (1991), we learn and
develop from participation in communities of practice in which, initially,
we take part on the periphery before assuming a more participatory role,
with more autonomy and responsibility in doing a particular task: what
Bruner and colleagues, in their classical work, called the process of scaffold-
ing (Wood, Bruner, & Ross, 1976).
In short, human learning and psychological development are a conse-
quence of the active process of social participation in particular communi-
ties of practice or among groups of people who share a common objective
and are involved in activities based on sharing knowledge, resources, and
skills.
The paradigmatic communities of practice from the Internet are a
group of people discussing or engaged in problem solving around a com-
mon interest, such as their hobbies, music, or videogames. These com-
munities are “liquid” (Bauman, 2006) because of their flexibility: easy to
connect to and disconnect from and based more on emotion than on cog-
nition. In this regard, Gee (2013) refers to these virtual spaces as affin-
ity spaces where people can enter and contribute in many different ways
for different reasons. A Facebook group relating to a sports team, or a
game or a singer, would be examples of liquid communities of interest.
They can also be social movements such as, according to Castells, the first
informational guerrilla movement –the Zapatista movement in Chiapas,
Mexico –or other recent social movements such as the Arab Spring and
the Egyptian Revolution of 2010–2011 and the indignados [the indignant]
in Spain, which emerged as a visible movement, the Movimiento 15-M, on
May 15, 2011 (Castells, 2012).
Some Traits of the Mobile-Centric Society and the New Ecology of Learning 21
Modern-traditional learning ecology: Educational New learning ecology: Educational action distributed via
action focused on universal schooling (the networks, transitions among learning settings, and lifelong
“encapsulation of learning”) challenges
Social purpose Traditional education –retrospective (Kozulin, Modern education –foresight (Kozulin, 1998): learners address
of the school 1998): absorb the universal pattern, the cultural issues that do not yet exist at the time of learning.
tradition, and the intellectual tools associated with it.
Nature of Results and solutions already known. Authorship (productive knowledge):“creating and sharing.”
knowledge
Where and with Formal educational institutions (“school”) with Multiplicity of educational scenarios and agents: “distributed
whom educational professionals, the “teachers.” knowledge”
When? Principally, the early years of life. Necessarily lifelong.
What? Stable, solid, socially valued cultural knowledge. Basic competencies or skills for the twenty-first
century: critical thinking, knowledge management, digital
literacy, intellectual and social openness, positive self-core
self-evaluation, teamwork and collaboration (Barron, 2006;
Castells, 2001; National Research Council, 2012).
What for? To be able to develop, subsequently, a personal and To become competent learners able to continue learning
professional life project. throughout life.
How? Through deliberate, systematic, and planned educational Through participation in communities of interest, practice, and
action (teaching). learning: “Liquid communities of interest.”
Literacy Predominantly technologies based on the written Using different languages and ways of representing
language and the skills required to use them (learning information (predominantly visual and symbolic
to read and write). language) derived from digital ICT as gateways to
information: “multimodality” and “convergence.”
*Source: Adaptation of Coll (2013, p. 32), González-Patiño and Esteban-Guitart (2014, pp. 73–74), and Kozulin (1998).
Some Traits of the Mobile-Centric Society and the New Ecology of Learning 25
For me, however, the process of creating knowledge artifacts is not fully
explained by the metaphor used by Paavola and colleagues (the “knowledge-
creation model”). I would say that Dewey, Piaget, Ausubel, Vygotsky, and
“followers” of the constructivist and the participation metaphor would
probably agree that we learn from experience and learning happens by
doing and creating shared artifacts. Instead of these three metaphors, I pre-
fer to summarize the advances made in the learning sciences during the
twentieth century by using the following three approaches:
We can classify most of the theories of learning that have been d eveloped –
and are developing –by the emphasis they put on the “subject” in the
analysis. For some, the subject is the first person singular, the person who
organizes and constructs knowledge. For others, the emphasis is on the
relationship between people in dialogical situations located in time and
space. Still others argue that learning is brought about by the establish-
ment of educational continuities between microsystems.
There is probably some truth in all of these approaches and each pro-
vides clues as to what learning really means. However, I prefer the transition
or mobile metaphor because to me this metaphor is particularly relevant in
a society I define by the term MCS. Of course, an integration of the three
theories of learning would improve our understanding and perspective, but
28 Learning in a Mobile-Centric Society
Table 1.3. Six guiding principles of learning for the twenty-first century
the ideas behind the funds of identity approach are better understood in
the framework of the participation metaphor and the transition or mobile
metaphor (i.e., the sociocultural and ecological sides of learning).
In any case, I end this chapter by suggesting, based on the literature,
what in my view are the most relevant principles of learning to take into
account prior to introducing the funds of identity approach. It is not a
systematic analysis of the concepts of learning; rather the focus is on the
guiding principles to keep in mind. Ultimately, the funds of identity approach
aims to put into practice the six principles in Table 1.3.
Learning involves an urge –the need to know –that forces us to go
beyond what we can do by ourselves. It seems to me that this urge is at
the heart of the zone of proximal development (Vygotsky, 1978): the process
that transforms us from being helped to helping ourselves, from finding out
what we can do with the help of other people or various cultural mediators
to finding out what we can do by ourselves. This learning process always
takes place through participation in cultural practices where we interact
with our environment. The microcultural nature of learning refers to all the
Some Principles of Learning for the Twenty-first Century 29
Terence drew his mat over him as he lay upon his bed of fern, and with
the readiness of a bushman dropped asleep, while George sat with his knees
drawn up to his chin, thinking out details and planning, as far as he could
beforehand, to meet developments.
The hours passed, he heard the stealthy footsteps of the relief, and caught
a word or two of the low-voiced colloquy as the guard made his report. And
all the time Terence slept comfortably, though the time for his watch had
come and gone.
All at once George started, raised his head and listened intently. What
was that thin, scratching noise at the back of the hut? He lightly laid his hand
upon Terence's shoulder, and the practised bushman was instantly awake,
alert and vigilant.
'Some one is cutting through the thatch,' George breathed into his
comrade's ear.
This was possible enough. The roof, which, after the Maori fashion of
architecture, descended within a few feet of the earth, was thatched with
raupo and other reeds which, though thick, were soft and might easily be
ripped by a sharp knife. The only question was the motive of the intruder.
Presently a piece of raupo, detached from the thatch, fell upon the floor.
The visitor, whoever he was, had penetrated the roof. George stole to the
widening hole, Terence to the door, and so they waited, holding their
revolvers by the barrel, ready for whatever might chance.
'Hortoni!' Just the whispered word; but George's heart leaped, for the
voice was Paeroa's, and he knew that his faithful ally, and not an enemy,
stood without.
'Hush! Speak not, Hortoni. Do you and Mura take these knives and widen
the hole. I will return.'
Presently, as they ripped and cut, the Maori returned and whispered with
his mouth at the hole: 'Te Taroa, whom the Hawk set to guard you, is asleep.
Hasten, Hortoni, for there are evil spirits in the air, and Life and Death
contend which shall have you.'
Hurriedly he told them how he had come back to the entrance of the
underground world, vaguely suspecting mischief, and found it blocked.
Alarmed, he had fetched Kawainga, wormed a way out, and sent the girl
down the hill to the flax-patch on the west. Then he had crept under the
stockade and learned from the chatter of the sentries that Te Karearea had
suffered a crushing defeat and had fled to the pah to renew his supplies and
ammunition. Further, he learned of the loss of the greenstone club, the
withdrawal of the prisoners' parole, and, knowing well the consequences to
Hortoni if the mere were really gone, had scaled the palisades in order to
urge his friends to escape without loss of time.
The hole in the roof being now wide enough for them to pass through,
Terence very unwillingly went first. George was half-out and half-in when a
sneeze was heard in front of the hut, followed by a yawn and the
comfortable grunt of a man stretching himself. Te Taroa was awake, and,
more, was coming round the hut, as though to atone for his carelessness.
Suddenly he stopped, every keen sense alert, and sprang back, open-
mouthed; but, before he could yell an alarm, the butt of Terence's revolver
crashed down upon his head, and he fell back stunned.
George was now out, and by Paeroa's directions he and Terence removed
their boots, lest they should clatter as they climbed the palisades. The Maori
went first, then Terence passed down the boots and swung himself over, and,
lastly, George jumped on to the platform and laid his hands on the top of the
stockade.
Ten seconds more and he would have been over, but, as he straddled the
fence, the roar of a gun at close-quarters and the 'wheep' of a bullet past his
head so startled him that he lost his balance and fell headlong. But, instead
of rolling into the ditch he banged against the fence and remained suspended
there, unable for the moment to free himself. His sock had caught upon a
projecting stake near the top of the stockade.
'Run!' he gasped. 'I'm after you.'
Not suspecting his plight, Paeroa and Terence sped towards the upper
bridge, while a number of Hau-haus clambered over the fence, leaped, or
floundered through, the ditch, and hurried away in blind pursuit. For the
night was very dark.
George's peculiar position undoubtedly saved his life, for the Hau-haus
deemed him far ahead; so, when the chase had swept by, he reversed his
uncomfortable attitude and dropped into the ditch.
Not caring to run any more risks, he laid his revolver on the top of the
bank before climbing out; but, he had scarcely begun to move when a Maori
swung over the stockade and landed fairly on top of him.
The yell died in the man's throat as George grappled with him, forcing
him back against the sloping side of the ditch with one hand, while he
groped for his revolver with the other. But he had been dragged somewhat to
one side in the short, sharp struggle, and the weapon eluded his grasp. The
Hau-hau turned and twisted, striking ineffectual blows; but he had no chance
against George, whose groping hand presently encountered a long, hard
stone just below the edge of the ditch.
'This will do,' he thought, and laid the man out with a well-directed blow.
Then down he went on his hands and knees to search for his revolver.
Realising how important it was that he should find it, he drew a match from
his pocket and, covering it with his hat, struck it against the stone which he
still held in his hand.
For an instant it flickered, and then flared up. But George, careless of his
exposed situation, knelt, staring with wide, almost frightened, eyes at the
greenstone club, which he held once again in his hands.
CHAPTER XXI
'Have you caught them?' he said thickly, congratulating himself that the
darkness and the mat about his shoulders would prevent immediate
recognition.
'But Hortoni has lost the mere—so they say,' returned George, quickening
his pace a little, so as to pass the talkative Maori.
'Fool! I am no god,' he cried. 'There is but one God, the God of the
Pakehas, and He——'
The next moment he was flying for his life across the tree bridge and
down the hill, while the Maoris, ignoring in their turn his presumed divinity,
scampered after him, their yells blending with the shouts of those who had
already reached the plain.
Stumbling and slipping, George dashed along the track, bruising himself
badly against a hundred obstacles, but grimly silent lest by any outcry he
should drag his friends back into danger. Far behind him he could hear the
voice of the arch-liar Te Karearea calling to him that the greenstone club had
been found, and that all would be well if he would return. Once he collided
with a Hau-hau who rose suddenly from behind a boulder; but his ready wit
saved him, and the two ran side by side to the bottom of the hill, where
George branched off to the right.
'Go that way, my friend, and I will go this,' he cried. 'We will meet at the
bridge and scoop in the Pakehas as with a net.'
He spoke loudly now, confident that his friends were safe, and hoping
thus to convey to them the assurance of his own escape.
Just then the cry of the weka arose almost under his feet, and George
thought for a moment that he had disturbed a real bird, so natural was the
startled note. The next, he remembered the signal they had agreed upon in
case of separation, answered it, and instantly felt his arm grasped by some
one who rose apparently out of the ground beside him.
'He! He!' Paeroa's voice sounded the note of caution and alarm. 'This way,
Hortoni. Into the flax. Quick!'
Hard upon his brown friend's heels followed George, treading cautiously
upon the rough track of manuka[1] which ran more or less interruptedly
across the swampy ground in which the flax-bushes flourished. More than
once his foot encountered bubbling ooze and slime; but Paeroa's hand was
ever ready to help him over these gaps, and for a hundred yards or so they
went along without serious mishap. Then the shouts and cries which came
from scattered points about the plain seemed to concentrate in one long yell
of triumph, a noisy hubbub arose at the point where the manuka pathway
began, and a spattering volley followed them as they stumbled forward.
With one hand grasping the stiff, upstanding leaves, and with the other
fast closed about the handle of his club—the loop of which he had taken the
precaution to secure round his wrist—George sat listening to the murmur of
voices coming gradually nearer. As far as he could judge there were only two
or three Maoris on the track, whence he argued that the commotion at the
other end had been merely a ruse de guerre to induce the fugitives to believe
that they were discovered. Still, it would not do to be too sure, for the Hau-
haus were all over the place, and it might well be that while some advanced
along the track, others were creeping through the swamp, searching each
bush in turn.
Suddenly there fell a silence. The men on the manuka had either stopped
to reconnoitre or given up the search and gone back, and George, feeling
cramped and stiff, was about to change his position, when a low 'he! he!'
from Paeroa warned him to remain still. A moment later a Maori leaped
from the track into a flax-bush, searched it swiftly, and passed on to another.
The sound indicated that the man was coming in his direction, and
George ardently wished that he had continued to hunt for his revolver,
instead of gazing, moonstruck, at the greenstone club. Another leap and the
man was in the clump next to him. One more and——
A stream of fire, the roar of a revolver, and with a loud, choking gasp the
Hau-hau fell dead somewhere in the ooze, while from the adjoining bush
came Terence's voice: 'Quick, George, after me! We are close to the spot
where the river forks. Kawainga is already across. I came back for you.'
Amid the tumult of pursuit, crackling rifle fire and yells, as now and
again an incautious Maori floundered into the swamp, they left their cover
and leaped from bush to bush across the space between the broken end of the
track and the small strip of hard ground by the river. Here Paeroa joined
them and, guided by him, they crossed the stream and plunged into the bush.
Map of the 'Pah' of Death and its surroundings
'Safe!' muttered Terence. 'I had to shoot that fellow, George, for he landed
almost on top of me. I don't think that they will find us now; but we had
better get away as far as possible before we halt. We are not out of the wood
yet.'
'Here I am, Hortoni,' said the girl. 'I waited for you on the flat with
Paeroa, though you did not see me.' There was a note of pride in her voice.
'You are both good friends, I know,' replied George. 'Are you weary, Star
of the Morning?'
'Nay; the Maori is never weary when a friend is in danger,' the girl
answered simply. 'Press on, Hortoni. Day is very near.'
'Ay! It must be,' put in Terence. 'Hark, George, those fellows are still
roaring under the impression we have been kind enough to wait for them in
the swamp. I can't understand why that astute chief did not order torches to
be lit.'
'Your club!' Terence's tone expressed amazement. 'You don't mean to say
that the thing has come back to you!'
'No; I don't.' George laughed a little. 'However, I have found it. It was on
the bank of the ditch where we crossed after our last excursion.'
'Oh yes; that sounds quite commonplace,' said Terence. 'All the same I'll
warrant that you were mightily surprised when you found it.'
'I was; and thankful too,' admitted George. 'But you see how easily
everything in connection with the club may be explained when once we
begin to sift matters.'
'I should like to know, then, how it found its way back to you from the
bottom of the sea,' Terence said slyly.
'It was I who brought it back, O Mura.' Paeroa's voice came out of the
gloom ahead of them. 'I found it the first time that I dived, and, as I had been
too hurried to take off my waist-cloth, I hid the mere therein and waited till I
could give it to Hortoni. But he was sleeping with his face towards the gates
of Reinga, so I slipped it under his mats as he lay on his litter—and after that
he got well,' he finished innocently.
Terence drew a long breath. 'Another illusion gone!' he commented.
'Before we are done we shall be forced to believe that the wonderful mere is
only a piece of common greenstone after all. I think that we should halt.
What do you say, Paeroa?'
'Let us rest. The poor fellow must be worn out,' put in George. 'I feel tired
enough myself, now that the hot excitement has died down.'.
After crossing the stream they had turned sharply to the left and struck
into the blazed track which Te Karearea's axe-men had made on the night of
their arrival. Otherwise they would not have been able to get through the
thick bush, and must have fled through the forest by the beaten track, along
which the Hau-haus even now trailed like so many dogs on the scent of a
fox. As it was, their progress had been difficult enough, for the undergrowth
had renewed itself in the intervening weeks, and their low-voiced
conversation came in disjointed sentences as they struggled through the
tangle of fern and creeper which strove to hinder their steps.
'Now, listen to me, all of you,' George said earnestly, as they gratefully
stretched themselves on the fern and divided the food which Kawainga had
carried. 'As soon as it is dawn Te Karearea will organise a hunt for us. If any
of us should be captured, those who escape must not think of the plight of
their friends, but hurry on to the camp of the British or the Friendlies. It is
important that this nest of rebels should be cleared out. Is that agreed,
Terence? Do you understand, Paeroa?'
After some hesitation Terence muttered 'Agreed!' and Paeroa, who had
waited for him to speak first, answered, 'I hear, Hortoni!' and George was
satisfied, knowing that with him to hear was to obey.
As Terence had had most sleep at the beginning of the night, he now took
the first watch and, as the grey dawn stole through the bush in ghostly,
almost ghastly silence, he thought how different it all was from Australia,
where the morning would have been heralded in by the beautiful matin-
hymn of the magpie, so called, the cheerful hoot of the laughing-jackass, and
the exquisite treble and alto of hundreds of smaller birds. Here was nought
but solitude and stillness—a stillness so profound that it began to get upon
Terence's nerves, and he more than once stretched out his hand towards
George; for the sense of companionship was somehow greater if he only
touched his friend's coat—or so he thought.
Presently the sky grew lighter, and the outlines of various objects began
to appear. Right ahead of him, a quarter of a mile away, was the hill where
George and he had lain and watched the Hau-haus at their weird and
blasphemous rites. Down that hill and through this very bush they had run
until pulled up by that tumble into the underground world. If he could only
find that hole again! Why should he not try? The desire grew with the idea.
'I believe I could find it,' he said within himself, rising and stretching his
arms above his head. Then in the midst of a satisfying yawn he dropped
noiselessly out of sight behind the tree against which he had been sitting.
From a hundred different points, ahead and on each side of him, brown
forms were dodging from tree to tree, and from as many different spots
among the fern scarred, brown faces peered, as it seemed, malevolently at
him.
CHAPTER XXII
'I don't think that they have seen me,' he thought; 'but it is too late to run
now, at all events.'
'They have found it!' Terence muttered grimly. 'What a nuisance.' He laid
his hand on George's shoulders, who at once opened his eyes, but lay
perfectly still, mutely questioning.
'Maoris!' whispered Terence. 'The fern is full of them, and two of them
have tumbled into our underground world.'
He peered over the tall fern at a group of Maoris who were standing up
beside the spot at which their comrades had so mysteriously vanished, and
with grave gestures and puzzled frowns were discussing the new situation.
Their faces cleared and they grinned at one another as muffled voices from
below assured them that neither taipo nor taniwha had swallowed their
friends. Then they bent down over the tangled mass of creepers and held a
colloquy with the imprisoned ones.
'They evidently know nothing about the place,' whispered George. 'How
unfortunate that they should succeed where we have so often failed. I think
that we had better wake the others and creep away into the bush while they
are still absorbed with their find; for—— Oh, good heavens! Look at
Paeroa! He is going to his death.'
For the Maori, his alert senses stirred by their low-voiced talk, had
awakened, risen to his knees, and peered over the fern at the newcomers.
Even as George spoke he bounded to his feet, threw his hands above his
head and rushed towards the group of Maoris, shouting: 'Arawa! Arawa! E
tika ana!—It's all right!—Ka kitea te wahi i kimihia mai ai e ratou!—They
have found the place we were looking for!—Kapai Arawa! Kapai Arawa!
Hurrah for the Arawas!'
His long hair, dressed Hau-hau fashion, streamed behind him and, before
any one could intervene, he dashed into the midst of the Arawas.
With a gasp of horror George ran for all he was worth. If at this last
moment Paeroa, the faithful Paeroa, should be—— The dreadful thought
was lost in the rush.
But with a rush George was among them and, ignoring ceremony, struck
right and left with his fists, upsetting the would-be slayer and those who held
Paeroa as well. Without an instant's delay Paeroa scuttled into the bush,
pending the adjustment of the dispute.
'Pardon, friends!' George said apologetically, turning his glance upon two
who stood ruefully rubbing their swollen noses. 'You were about to kill the
wrong man. That is Paeroa, who brought word of my captivity.'
'And you are Hortoni?' queried a thin, lithe man who was evidently in
command. None of the Arawas seemed either surprised or resentful.
'It is so,' replied George. 'I have just escaped with Mura, Kawainga, and
Paeroa from the nest of the Hawk.'
'Mura! If you mean Tereni, he was slain after the fight at Paparatu,' said
the Arawa chief.
'No; he is here,' corrected George. 'Te Karearea meant to kill him that
night, but I came up in time to——'
'To stop them from shoving me through the gates of Reinga,' put in
Terence, bobbing up from the fern and airing his broken Maori. 'I am very
much alive, I assure you, Chief.' The Arawa leader and he grinned cheerfully
at one another.
'Don't you remember me?' went on Terence. 'You are Te Ingoa, who
imitated the Hau-hau cry that night at our bivouac.'
'Yes; I remember you, O Tereni,' replied the Arawa in English. 'You told
us of Hortoni, and how he had run away from the white-haired chief.'
'While he scours the bush, we may clean up the pah, Hortoni,' the Arawa
replied sententiously. 'Two of my men have fallen down a hole here. They
say that there is quite a large space, but fear to go on lest Taniwha should
lurk at the other end. What am I to do?'
'There is indeed a taipo at the other end,' George answered gravely. 'It is
in the form of a Hawk who devours women and little children.' Then, as the
Arawa's eyes gleamed with comprehension: 'Let me lead you through the
passage, O Te Ingoa. The issue of this hole is close by the Pah of Death,
more than half way up the hill. There is the upper bridge to cross, but——'
'Lead on, Hortoni,' Te Ingoa interrupted excitedly. 'To us shall fall the
honour of clipping the Hawk's talons and blunting his beak. The rest, with
the white-haired chief, your father, are behind. I will send a messenger to
hurry them.'
'Decidedly not,' replied Terence. 'Let these fellows do their own killing.
The white-haired chief, as they call him, will be better out of this fuss.'
'I am not sure that the colonel would agree with you,' said George. 'Still,
there are enough of us here, and it is a pity to waste valuable lives.' He
turned to the Arawa. 'The sooner we go the better, Chief.'
Without more words George and Terence dropped into the hole—more
circumspectly than on the first occasion—followed by all of the Arawas
except three whom Te Ingoa sent upon the back track. Also, by George's
order Paeroa and Kawainga remained behind, for they were thoroughly
exhausted by their exertions.
When at last the contingent stood beneath the exit on the hillside it was
precisely six o'clock, an hour when ordinarily the pah would have been
humming with the bustle of commencing day. On this day there was bustle,
indeed, but not of the usual kind.
Before disturbing the barricade which Te Karearea had for some reason
placed before the opening, Te Ingoa, his lieutenants, and the two Pakehas
held a final brief conference. George was for waiting until night before
delivering the attack, but the Arawa argued that he would be unable to hold
in his men, who were mad to get to grips with Te Karearea, whose revolting
cruelties had disgraced the name of Maori.
'Then you will suffer terribly,' said George; 'for the place is
extraordinarily strong.'
'We shall of course lose a few as we cross the bridge and rush the walls,'
Te Ingoa agreed coolly. 'That is to be expected. All the same, the Hawk's
nest shall be harried this time, I promise you.'
'Well, I don't want to be a wet blanket,' said George, giving in. 'We two
will do our best to help you.'
'I am sure of that,' Te Ingoa replied heartily, and shook hands, English
fashion. 'As you and Tereni know the lie of the land, you had better go out
first and reconnoitre.'
It was easy enough to displace the barricade and, as the boulders were
thrown aside and sounds from the outer world began to penetrate, it was
evident that something out of the common was afoot. For, borne upon the
morning wind, came the noise of distant shouting, the snapping crackle of
independent rifle fire, and the short, sullen bark of revolvers. Then, as
George and Terence hurled down the last obstruction and excitedly pushed
through the opening, the roar of a heavy volley close at hand stunned their
ears, and to their amazement they saw the plain and hillside alive with men,
fighting furiously, and all, apparently, in the most extraordinary confusion.
'Come out!' shouted George. 'Hold back your men, though, until you have
seen this thing for yourself. I can't make it out.'
'I think I can,' cried Terence, jumping about in his excitement as Te Ingoa
joined them. 'The main body of your force has come up on the heels of the
advance and got between Te Karearea's rascals and the pah. See—the walls
are almost deserted.'
'And thus, almost without a blow struck at itself, falls the Pah of Death,'
said Te Ingoa, half to himself. He waved his hand downwards. 'Ignorant of
our approach—he could hardly be careless of it—Te Karearea has allowed
his men to get out of hand in his desire to recover the greenstone club. One
column of my fellows is busy with the remnant of the garrison, the other is
there by the river, blocking the advance of the returning Hau-haus. What am
I going to do? Why, charge down the hill, take this lot in the rear, and then
join column number two in polishing off the fellows by the river. I never
expected such an easy job, I must say.'
'He may get as much as he cares for before all is done,' said George. 'All
this is very unlike Te Karearea. I suspect a trick.'
'Well, down we go! Here come Te Ingoa and his merry men.' The whoop
Terence let out would have done credit to a Comanche. 'Hurrah! Stick close
to me, George. I believe the old Hawk has been caught napping.'
It really was so. The crafty Te Karearea, unsettled by the escape of his
prisoners, and still more so by the disappearance of the greenstone club, had
allowed his men to get out of hand, and was now paying heavily for his
error. Perhaps, too, the words of the old prophecy haunted him, and the
hopelessness of averting the ruin of his house still further unbalanced him.
At any rate, instead of playing tricks and laying ambuscades, there he was
on the hillside, fighting like a demon. As the comrades raced down the slope
in advance of Te Ingoa, the desperate Hau-hau turned his head and saw
them, and with a loud howl of fury sprang through the press and made
straight at them.
Armed only with his mere, George was able to do very little execution,
for the Hau-haus who recognised him gave him a wide berth. However
desperate a conflict may be with ordinary folk, there is always a chance of
escape; but when it comes to engaging a wizard armed with a magical club,
it is best to take no chances.
The slaughter was terrific, for the combat was in the old style, hand to
hand. Neither side had had time to reload, and while some swung their guns
by the barrel, others used their ramrods like rapiers, thrusting viciously at
eyes and throats. One wretch, pierced through and through, rushed howling
into the thick of it, the slender steel rod, protruding front and back,
wounding others and barring his own progress, till he was mercifully slain
with a blow from a bone mere.
'Come out of this,' George shouted to Terence, who was fighting back to
back with him. 'It is sickening. Let us go and help our folk by the river.
These fellows are done for.'
'Right!' Terence yelled back, sweeping his clubbed rifle round to clear a
path. His empty revolver had long ago been thrown in the grinning face of a
Hau-hau. 'Come on!' He rushed off, screeching with excitement, under the
impression that his friend was close behind him.
So George had been at the start; but, as he ran, he heard a shout: 'Turn,
Hortoni! Accursed Pakeha, I fear neither you nor your mere. Stop and die!'
That turn nearly cost George his life, for his foot slipped and he fell
heavily on his face. The long spear sped to its mark, but much fighting had
made Pokeke's hand unsteady. He missed George altogether and, retaining
too long his grasp of the shaft, turned a half somersault and sprawled beside
his intended victim.
Both of them were so shaken that they lay still for some seconds. Pokeke
was up first and, before George could rise, flung himself upon him, grasping
his hair and drawing back his head, while in his right hand he raised his
wooden mere with which to give the coup de grâce.
Now, if ever, the wonderful greenstone club ought to have shown its
power; but, alas! George had fallen with his arm under him, and
TUMATAUENGA'S mere was jammed so tightly beneath his heavy body
that not even the war-god himself could charm it forth.
'Not hurt?' shrieked Terence, whose face was flaming. 'Come on!' He
lugged George from the ground. 'Go first!' he screamed, his voice cracking.
'I told you before we left Sydney that I couldn't trust you out of my sight.' He
was almost mad with the fierce joy of his first battle.
'Where is the Hawk?' he sang out to George as they ran down the hill.
'Somewhere in the thick of it,' panted George. 'Haven't seen him since the
start. Come on!'
The combat on the hillside waned to a close; but as yet there had been no
concerted movement towards the river-bridge, where a much smaller force
of Arawas did battle with an outnumbering body of Hau-haus. Still, every
now and then an Arawa from the hill would arrive and take a hand, so that
matters were growing more equal as the friends came racing across the plain.
'Pull up for a moment,' gasped George. 'If we don't get our wind we shall
be brained for a certainty. Where are the white soldiers and Colonel
Cranstoun?—Oh, God help us! Look at that!'
With a horrible fear at his heart he hurled himself towards the bridge, at
the far end of which two Pakehas were defending themselves against a dozen
Hau-haus. Both were elderly, while the hair of one was snow-white; but their
erect carriage, fearless demeanour, and the manner in which they wielded
their old-fashioned swords, occasionally getting in a shot with the revolvers
in their left hands, showed that they were old soldiers, and quite accustomed
to give a good account of themselves.
He with his men and George with Terence were running along two sides
of a triangle, the bridge being the apex. If the chief reached it first—No!
George set his teeth and swore he should not.
They were indeed the only white men with Te Ingoa, for Colonel
Cranstoun to his great annoyance had been called south. But he had set the
wheels in motion, and the friendlies, along with Colonel Haughton and his
brother-in-law, had marched against the pah. George had presumed the
"white-haired chief" to be Colonel Cranstoun, never dreaming that his father
and General Cantor had crossed the sea in chase of him as soon as they
learned that he was in New Zealand.
'Aha! Hortoni, they told me up there who the white-haired chief was,' he
yelled. 'Give me the mere of TUMATAUENGA, and I will call off my men.'
'Take it, fiend!' shouted George, leaping across the narrowing apex and
aiming a furious blow at the chief, while Terence and the four Hau-haus
raced for the bridge. One of them Terence brained with his rifle, but the
other three dodged him and ran on, while he despairingly toiled after them,
knowing that he would be too late.
Then to his intense relief he heard the welcome 'wheep' of bullets past his
ears, and first one and then another of the Hau-haus rolled over, dead or out
of action. Two minutes more and a strong party of Arawas under Te Ingoa
himself swarmed round the old soldiers and slew every man of the Hau-haus
who were attacking them.
And now it was the turn of Colonel Haughton and General Cantor to be
anxious, for between George and Te Karearea a fearful combat raged. The
Hau-hau had parried the blow aimed at him, and the Englishman himself had
reeled back before a fierce counterstroke. For a moment after they circled
round one another, like two wrestlers seeking a grip. Then with a shout they
clashed together.
Disregarding his mere, which he allowed to hang from his wrist by its
loop, George fastened the strong fingers of his left hand round the chief's
sinewy throat, while with the other he clutched the fist that closed round the
club and bent the wrist backwards so unmercifully that with a groan Te
Karearea opened his fingers and let his weapon fall. Then, writhing free, he
flung his arms round George and strove to throw him. The mere of
TUMATAUENGA slipped from the dangling wrist and lay unheeded on the
hard ground while the two strong men fought for the possession of it.