On their exposed strand they were easily mown down.

Flying they were followed by the Ngapuhi, and few indeed were the survivors of the day.

Hongi's ravages reached far to the south and east.

Even the Ngatiporou, who dwelt between Cape Runaway and Poverty Bay, felt his hand.

Their _pas_ fell one after the other, and only those were not slaughtered who fled to the mountains.
For a while it seemed as though Hongi's dream might come true, and all New Zealand hail him as sole king.