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A Soldier's Journey

Author: Paul W. Feenstra is a historical fiction novelist. Meticulously researched and detailed, his character driven novels create a dramatic window into our chronicled and complex past. Born in Wellington, New Zealand, in 1959, to Dutch immigrants, Paul still commutes to Los Angeles, California, where he worked as a multiple ‘Emmy’ nominated entertainment industry professional. Believing God speaks to him through the archangel Gabriel, and anointed with powers, Te Ua unites his people through a common cause. He is determined to drive the imperial oppressors from Maori land and return New Zealand to the righteous. In early 1860’s New Zealand, the beautiful region of Taranaki is engulfed in a brutal land war. Continuing with its unpopular policy, the New Zealand government, bolstered by British soldiers, seeks punitive and severe action against rebel Maori who openly resist the Government’s determined effort to confiscate their lands. With regular army forces ill equipped to fight in the wilderness, the specialist highly trained ‘Forest Rangers’ are tasked to pursue rebel Maori deep into the rugged bush clad hills. The Rangers newest recruit, Moana (Ira) Rangitira, a veteran of the Crimean war, shows remarkable and unusual skills, Maori fear and call him, ‘The ghost who walks’. Ira faces challenges that test his will to survive, and can he protect what is closest to his heart, or has everything been destroyed? ‘The Breath of God’ is the first novel in the Moana Rangitira adventure series.

Paul W. Feenstra · History
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Chapter 33

Wellington Township.

The building now known as Barrett"s Hotel was initially brought to New Zealand on an immigrant ship as a prefabricated two-storey structure. Located at the northern end of Lambton harbour, it was separated from the beach by a narrow boardwalk and a well-used track that was called Lambton Quay. It quickly became the focal point and meeting place for any activities and social events for Wellington residents. It was only natural, with Dickie"s subtle encouragement, that the hotel would be the venue for the meeting of the "Wellington Settlers Constitutional Association."

It wasn"t offensive to those who attended the meeting that the colourful odours wafting from the foreshore, scant yards away, were from raw sewage that drained into Lambton Harbour. Braced with enough alcoholic beverages provided by the hotel, any unpleasantness experienced by the attendees seemed inconsequential, as they themselves contributed in volume to the outflow that poured into the harbour.