I am an Iron Nail, I was traded from the Pakeha to the Maori. I was traded for food and supplies. A Maori man named Horeta, kept his nail using it as a chisel. It was SO precious to him that he referred to it as his atua/God. The Maori use me as a chisel to split the Oyster from the rock. I am harder than any stone, I am an Iron Nail.
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