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The Maori King and his tattooed retinue were 

 boarding next door, and " doing " the city. They were 

 a terrible-looking lot of men ; were very large, very 

 dark, very fierce. The old king was forty-five or fifty 

 years old, cross-eyed, and with his carved face pre- 

 sented a hideous appearance. The day being warm 

 they did not trouble to dress themselves, but, robed 

 only in the sheets of their beds, strutted about the 

 streets, reminding one of Second Adventists in their 

 white robes, prepared for ascension to the New Jerusa- 

 lem, and impatiently awaiting the final blast from 

 Gabriel's trumpet. 



My recollections of English money are a mingled 

 confusion of "bobs," "tanners," and "'af croons; " and 

 in making change, I was always in a blissful state of 

 ignorance as to whether I was cheated or not. 



The vessel that was to convey me to Port Chalmers, 

 near Dunedin, left on the second of February. Very 

 glad I was once more to be on the way, as every day 

 brought me nearer to my father and brother. Barelli 

 came to see me off, and I promised to visit him on 

 reaching Melbourne. The steamer was a small coaster, 

 but very clean and well appointed. We were seldom 

 out of sight of land, making the trip less tedious. We 

 stopped at Gisborn and Napier for a few hours, and 

 over Sunday at Wellington, where we had a chance to 

 go on shore. The town is situated at the foot of a high 

 range of hills, and overlooks a fine harbor. It is prob- 



