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Waikato, who shortly after went to England with Hongi, gave them his 
protection. This old chief was one of my assessors, and was alive till 
within a very few years ago. 
The Mission was strengthened in 1819 by the advent of Mr. Kemp and 
party, and in the following year Hongi on his return from Eugland gave 
them a site at the head of the Kerikeri, near his own new pa, on which 
more permanent buildings were erected, and for some years constituted the 
head-quarters, though Mr. King always resided at Tepuna; and one of the 
Hansen family is, I believe, living there now. 
I believe that Messrs. Kendall and Hall have left no representatives in 
this colony. King and Hansen had large families. I have known four 
sons and as many daughters of the former, of whom six still survive, but I 
think that there are only five or six of the next generation, and not very 
many of the fourth ; but the descendants of the Hansens must by this time 
reach close upon, if they do not extend beyond, 100 in number. Although 
some of these have moved to other countries, by far the majority remain in 
the land in which their ancestor was one of the earliest settlers 68 years 
ago. 
Good cause have we pakehas to be proud of those intrepid men, who, 
not in the hope of any earthly gain, ventured not merely their own lives, 
but those of their wives and children amongst a multitude of truculent 
savages; who for years endured every species of anxiety and misery; who, 
by patience and perseverance, converted the natives to, at the least, 
nominal Christianity with its concomitant civilization, and thus commenced 
paving the way for New Zealand becoming what it now is—a safe and 
prosperous dwelling place for so many thousands of our race. 
On the other side, the Maori one, as to the effects of European civiliza- 
tion upon their people, hear what an old chief replied to my question : 
“ Suppose white people had never come here ?' The aged warrior paused, 
and then apostrophized :—**1 see an old man standing on the look-out 
post of lofty Te Ranga's vacant pa. He strains his eyes, peering in every 
direction, no sign of human being, no uprising smoke meets his gaze, and 
thus he cries to himself: ‘nobody, nobody, not one, alas, not one! Days 
have passed since last I tasted the sweetness of human flesh; is it all 
finished ? One thing at least—no one survives to consign my body to the 
hangi? " 
