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to wear away; but formerly a leading man would sooner have 

 died, than undergone the indignity of carrying the smallest 

 burden. My companion was a light active man, dressed in a dirty 

 blanket, and with his face completely tattooed. He had formerly 

 been a great warrior. He appeared to be on very cordial terms 

 with Mr. Bushby; but at various times they had quarrelled 

 violently. Mr. Bushby remarked that a little quiet irony would 

 frequently silence any one of these natives in their most blustering 

 moments. This chief has come and harangued Mr. Bushby in 

 a hectoring manner, saying, " A great chief, a great man, a friend 

 of mine, has come to pay me a visit you must give him some- 

 thing good to eat, some fine presents, etc." Mr. Bushby has 

 allowed him to finish his discourse, and then has quietly replied 

 by some such answer as, " What else shall your slave do for you? " 

 The man would then instantly, with a very comical expression, 

 cease his braggadocio. 



Some time ago, Mr. Bushby suffered a far more serious attack. 

 A chief and a party of men tried to break into his house in the 

 middle of the night, and not finding this so easy, commenced a 

 brisk firing with their muskets. Mr. Bushby was slightly wounded; 

 but the party was at length driven away. Shortly afterwards it 

 was discovered who was the aggressor ; and a general meeting of 

 the chiefs was convened to consider the case. It was considered 

 by the New Zealanders as very atrocious, inasmuch as it was a 

 night attack, and that Mrs. Bushby was lying ill in the house: 

 this latter circumstance, much to their honour, being considered 

 in all cases as a protection. The chiefs agreed to confiscate the 

 land of the aggressor to the King of England. The whole pro- 

 ceeding, however, in thus trying and punishing a chief was 

 entirely without precedent. The aggressor, moreover, lost caste 

 in the estimation of his equals; and this was considered by tho 

 British as of more consequence than the confiscation of his land. 



As the boat was shoving off, a second chief stepped into her, 

 who only wanted the amusement of the passage up and down the 

 creek. I never saw a more horrid and ferocious expression than 

 this man had. It immediately struck me I had somewhere seen 

 his likeness : it will be found in Eetzch's outlines to Schiller's 

 ballad of Fridolin, where two men are pushing Robert into the 

 burning iron furnace. It is the man who has his arm on Robert's 

 breast. Physiognomy here spoke the truth ; this chief had been 



