landed, and ordered them back to New Plymouth. I did not expostulate with them for doing so, the fault being clearly my own countryman's, who took them off their guard, precipitously, without notice or reflection. In the evening I returned to Umuroa, and slept there, a great body of the natives following me, amongst them the Taranaki Chief, George King, a handsome-looking open-countenaneed stately man, who is a great favourite of mine. I made him a present of a blanket, and promised him a young English pig. I told him and all