So for the remaining years of his life Waharoa was free to turn upon the Arawas, the men who had slain his father and mother.

From one raid on Rotorua his men came back with the bodies of sixty enemies--cut off in an ambush.

Not once did Waharoa meet defeat; and when, in 1839, he died, he was as full of fame as of years.

Long afterwards his _mana_ was still a halo round the head of his son Wiremu Tamihana, whom we shall meet in due time as William Thompson the king-maker, best of his race.
Hongi once dead and the Ngapuhi beaten off, the always formidable Waikato tribes began in turn to play the part of raiders.

At their head was Te Whero Whero, whom in the rout at Mataki-taki a friendly hand had dragged out of the suffocating ditch of death.