Dunedin 7 Nov. 1869 My dear Fox The Rangatira brought me your letters yesterday. I sent you a telegram as soon as the prisoners were lodged in the gaol. Surely there were many of them whom it was never worth while to keep as prisoners at all? one old man so small and thin that he reminded me of Dickens' Mr. Smallweed (only without his temper) was half carried into the gaol from the steamer, sank down on the pavement in the yard, and had to be carried off like a child -- to die, no doubt, in a very short time -- several others are so old and decrepit that I should have urged if I had seen them to let them go about their business rather than feed them here for the rest of their short lives. They behaved excellently, taking places round the big prison yard in quiet -- and Tauroa promised for them all to give