THE MURDER OF MISS DOBIE.

Ashburton Guardian, 1 December 1880, Page 2

THE MURDER OF MISS DOBIE.

Wellington, Nov. 30. •; Captain Fairchild has been instructed to proceed at once toGpunake to convey Tuahi from tl#ra to New Plymouth, where he will ie tried at the next sitting of the slpjpne Court. hM:rJ Nay. |O. -} Rona and the gave strong evidence! JTuahi, were influenced by crime being committed ground. They thought thaiJif the prisoner wished tq kill a pallia he ought to J have gone to his own distnpf’lfcnd were 3 5 angry at.hi.n. ■ /. P-if’ Tuahi is the son of a Malri frtpwn as old Whari or Whara, liviilg here and Opunake. It is yd that his father is suspected of havii|| murdtrecb,. two sawyers in 1869. Tufhi’s lyqthjef is one of the handsomest wt>A4n, J and the murderer inherits bervg«&d looks and grand physique. No motives for the crime have yet been assigned. Opunake, Nov. 30.

Tuahi has made the following further confession of the murder I saw deceased coming. I tied my horse in the flax, and went towards her. She : gave me 6s. 4d. The threepenny piece and halfpenny referred to and. paid to Coffey is correct. I caught her with, my i;ight hand and stabbed her with.-myleft. I dragged her. to .a flax bush, and stabbed her again, and seeing that she still lived, I dragged her to another, and cut her throat, when life became extinct.”

The following is the murderer’s' letter to his friends;—" Salutations to : all who remain over there. Great is my love for you all at this time. You will not see me again. , I have given myself for food for the birds of heaven. This|isall. —The adieu —a song:—‘Love cannot turn me tp the house ; ..where is the fear. We, were apart in, the first sunny days; overtaken by sin, we all part.’ This is all.” ‘‘ To Tewharengarq—Let not your minds be troubled about me. I have sinned, murdered. On no account let the thought relurn-to me. Cry not at all; wish the Great Priest is the thought lor me. This is all to Tewharengaro. Come and see me and take away with you the horse. Whakaputa come by , yourself, let not the- others come with you; This is all. It is finished by your son, Tuhata, and written for me by Mr. Hursthouse.”* ;