SPECIAL TELEGRAM TO THE SATURDAY ADVERTISER.

New Zealand Times, Volume XXXIII, Issue 5390, 6 July 1878, Page 1 (Supplement)

SPECIAL TELEGRAM TO THE SATURDAY ADVERTISER.

THE NATIVE MEETING. . t Waitara, June 27. ’Pon tno conahinse it's mighty disgustin' to have to tell ye tffat nothin* of importance has „ been done yit, Mesilf an* Sir George an* the Ministarial party arrived safe an’ sound, an’ begorra we recayved a grand welkim intirely, a rale ould genuine Cead Mille Falthe that wanned the cockles o’me heart. Kewi came '■ over the river yisfcherday to see us, and afther we rubbed noses and finished the keenin’ or tang!,/which is considered iike t as the Maoris call it, or as we say eat-a-cat, the korero began. Rewi squatted- down on a few sods o’ turf on the other side o’ the fire-place, o-pos-it me an* Sir George, and afther wetting his whistle wid the laste taste o’ the craythur, the followin’ important political discourse tuk place, which I have carefully thranslated : Sir George ; “ The top o' themorniu* to ye! Begorra it’s dirty weather so it is,” f Rewi “ The same to you. Faix thiu it s thrue for ye avick bedad whinever we corns te Waitara there’s always some thro.uble, bad luck to it.” Sir George : “ ’Pon me consbinse its blamin’ you, Rewi asthore, that I am, for sure ye always bring bad weather with you, so yon do. Rewi : “ Well, liud me a dbraw of yer dhudeeo, George, ma bouchil, an’ thin we'll come to business. That's a party bit o' tabacky, Paddy; thank yo kindly.” _ Sir George ; “ Well Rewi, me ould fnnd, I’d liko to settle all our little differences before I kick the bucket ; d’ye mind me now.” Rewi : “Is it kicking the bucket yer talkin’ about ? Bad cess to the bucket you’ll kick . for the uixt twinty years. Begorra you and I ate as tough as a pair o’ ould gandhers, ah be the vartuo o’ me oath, we’re ‘all there’ among the goslins yit,” - Sir George : “Oh frind, Rewi, whin Im iput to bed wid a shovel, yo must come and a tang! over me grave, jist for the sake o' ould times.” . '

Rewi : “Be the hokey, X will, wid the greatest possible pleasure ; I’ll welt the turf over yo, me ould cock, to the tune o’ * Tafctber Jack Welsh/ an* if Tin turned off first you must promise to dance the 1 Rambles o’ Kitty/ an’ make a bit o’ divarshun over me grave.” • • The discoorse here tuk another turn, an Rewi tuk another swig at the bottle, and cried, “ Slantha, Paddy aroon”’ as he swallowed the contints like mother’s milk.

Sir George : “ Maybe ye’ve no objection to tell us what was the first ruction yo were

Rewi ; “ Ocb, bad luck to the bit. Sure we bate Miather Takamoana’s boys black an’ blue, so We did, divil scure to thim.” Sir George : “ How many # of yonr boys did bis min kill ?" '

Rewi : “ Ton me conshinse, I forget; but if mo mimory sarves me right, I think they ate one or two of our gossoons, an' kilt another intirely." ’ ‘ The disooorse thin turned on salmon an’ fish in gineral. „ ■ Sir George : “I’m tould that ye've some illigant salmon up here." Rewi : “ It's thrue for ye, but be the hokey the gudgeons hero are hard to be caught, an’ it takes more than a pakyha sprat to catch a Maori mackerel!., D’ye mind me now ? ” Mr. J. Jones (who was ..present) : “ Sure the Government is thinking about bringiu' over the Murray cod to the Mokau," Rewi : “ D'ye tell me so,? . Ob, look at that now ! So the Government is going to thry an' cod uf». Maybe they'd be able to sind us some soft-soap at the same time to wash the scales off."

. In the evening, after tay, mesilf, an' Rewi, an' Sir George Grey danced a three-handed reel as a war dance, in native costchume, an’ one or two piirty little chieftainesses would persist in throwin’ sheep’s eyes at me. Mind this is a saycrit that musn’t raitch Mrs. M/a ears, or there'll be the divil’s own ructions, an* I’d lose me kar-acther, so I would. I’ll give ye full particulars in me nixt. Paddy Murphy.