New Zealand

So when the slaves from Australia were done they went to New Zealand and starting building houses and making colonies.

They called themselves Maori which meant ordinary people.

They called the British Pakeha which meant white strangers.

Well they were nice people there and they traded stuff for guns from the british and they used them to catch game and to fight one another.

There were a lot of different tribes and they fought a lot.

But New Zealand had no laws and they quarreled with one another about land and other stuff like that.

They wanted Great Britain to pass laws to new Zealand so they could live in peace.

But the British said they couldn't do this because they didn't own New Zealand, but if they signed a treaty so that they could own it then they could pass laws for New Zealand.

Some of the Maori leaders came and signed the treaty, it said that the English would control new Zealand and would protect them from people and the Maori would do as the English say.

But after a little bit the Maori wanted to sell some of their land but the British said that they would have to sell it to us first and then they would sell it to other people.

The Maori said this wasn't part of the treaty but then the British showed them there part of the treaty it was different it said they would do what ever the British needed.

The Maori didn't like this and they started cutting the British flag off.

The Governor who lived there was afraid that they would fight them, so he went to Australia.

Then the Maori saw that the city was deserted so they set it on fire.

Then the British came from the south and started fighting.

But the Maori built trenches so they could shoot with out getting shot.

114 British died in that battle.

The British got more men and they kept fighting one another.

Eventually the Maori gave up but they would never stop arguing until this day.

They had been annexed by the British without knowing it.

William Bentley

So way back when there was this farmer named William Bentley.

He lived in Vermont and always loved it when there was snow.

His mom got him a microscope and he loved to look small things like blades of grass, raindrops, but he always loved seeing the snowflakes the best.

When he got older his parents got him a camera and he took pictures with it.

He would go outside in the snowstorm while everyone else was by the fire and take pictures of the snowflakes.

He also sometimes when there wasn't snow falling got a grasshopper and tied it to a leaf.

Then in the morning when there was dew on him he took pictures of it.

When he got older he started giving away his work or selling it for a few cents.

He used all of the money he got to get more pictures.

When he was 67 he went around 5 miles from home in a blizzard to get pictures but he got pneumonia and died less than two weeks later.

They made a statue for him, he always loved detail and never missed a blizzard.