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Grey River Argus, Volume IX, Issue 662, 16 April 1870, Page 2

There was a "battle royal" nigh the upper end of Queen's Wharf, Auckland, a few nights ago, between a " swipey " Maori, who asserted he was one of Te Kooti's crew, and a drunken carter, the self • accused Kootiite getting licked by the carter. £y« and-bye, another Maori, said to be an aboriginal parson, interfered. He was dressed in a seedy-looking suit, probably the exuviae of some former missionary " pastor and master." This sable preacher of the gospel appeared to be well known to the amused crowd, who hailed him by name, Ebenezer. He was a sinister-looking scamp this Ebenezer, and reminded one of a retired chimney sweep. Unlike those Maoris whose noses are pressed flat in infancy, this one's was decidedly hooked, and what with that, the tatoo, and a trifling obliquity of vision caused by an extensive squint, the countenance of Ebenezer was rather ugly. However, it came to grief even before the hustling commenced, for the carter and Te Kooti's friend, being sobered by their scuffle, turned their attention to Ebenezer, and between them blacked his eyes. Finally, this dusky ecclesiastical elected to bolt into the bottom of a canoe, leaving a portion of the seedy suit in the hands of his foe.