This was that fine barbarian, Te Heu Heu, whose home lay at the foot of the great volcanoes by Lake Taupo on the plateau in the centre of the North Island.

Te Heu Heu was the last of the old heathen warriors.

Singularly fair-skinned, and standing fully six feet high, he looked what he was, a patriarch and leader of his people.

Scoffing at the White men and their religion, he defied Governor and missionaries alike until his dramatic end, which came in 1846, when he and his village were swallowed up in a huge landslide.
At present, as he could neither be coerced nor persuaded, he was let alone.

For the rest, it may fairly be claimed that the Maori race accepted the Treaty of Waitangi.
They had very good reason to do so.