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houses of the various white settlers about here. Mr. 

 Pritchard and I called on several, to see what we could 

 do for them. In comparison to New Zealand they found 

 it rather warm in the group, while we, on the contrary, 

 were quite chilly, and glad to have thick clothes on. 

 They had not brought any mosquito curtains, and, like 

 all new-comers, had suffered dreadfully during the first 

 night from irritating bites, to guard against which in 

 future the ladies were busy converting their light muslin 

 dresses into defences against them. 



In the evening a boat took us over to the mission- 

 station of Mataisuva, where Mr. and Mrs. Moore gave 

 us, as usual, a hearty welcome. The weather still conti- 

 nuing boisterous, we were easily persuaded to remain, es- 

 pecially as the next day was a Sunday, and Mr. Moore, 

 for the benefit of the new arrivals, was to have service 

 in English. Sunday morning proved very fine, and 

 when drums were beaten why does not some kind- 

 hearted person present this fine church with a good 

 tolling-bell 1 boats and canoes poured in from all direc- 

 tions, and there was a large congregation, a gratifying 

 sight after looking so long upon dark faces. Mr. Moore, 

 a powerful and eloquent speaker, preached an extem- 

 porary sermon, admirably adapted to those he was ad- 

 dressing. Its tenor was that every man ought to do 

 his duty in the position it had pleased Providence to 

 place him in. Amongst his hearers there were probably 

 very few who belonged to the denomination of which 

 he is so bright an ornament, but in these out-of-the- 

 way places all sensible people refrain from troubling 

 their heads about the nice distinctions into which our 



