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that he had no idea of where he was going, or for 

 that matter cared. Giving up all further eccentric 

 travelling, he took to the mountain system, and 

 walked up and down the hillock of Maori intelli- 

 gence so thoroughly that he was enabled to give us 

 a book or two, which I think are perfectly unrivalled 

 in their delineation of the inner thought-life of the 

 immature one. Taking with him that rare power 

 of ' seeing ' which would be so very useful to the 

 frequenters of Sladistic sittings, and moreover that 

 still rarer power ' appreciation,' the power of putting 

 part of your mind en rapport with the mind you 

 wish to study — 'sympathy' is a good old word — 

 he was thoroughly able to understand those most 

 Hibernian of Antipodeans, the Maories. I suspect 

 that wild Irish drop, too strong in itself to be useful 

 neat, but making, with a little cold Scotch blood, 

 'gran' toddy,' helped him very much. 



Manning found himself, as I have said, in New 

 Zealand, and not only there, but in a position which 

 brought him more intimately in contact with the 

 Maories than any other could have done. He started 

 as, what in those days was called, a ' Pakeha Maori ' ; 

 a vague term, which may be translated ' a white 

 Maori,' but which I suspect more often meant ' a 

 Maori's white-man,' — a man who was to a certain 

 extent the property of the Maori chief who patronised 

 him, and permitted him to trade with his tribe, and 

 who was, moreover, a species of consul, or com- 

 municating agent with the outside world. A very 



