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prayers they mentioned Mr. Bushby and his family, and the mis- 
sionaries, each separately in his respective district. 
December 26th.—Mr. Bushby offered to take Mr. Sulivan and 
myself in his boat some miles up the river to Cawa-Cawa; and 
proposed afterwards to walk on to the village of Waiomio, where 
there are some curious rocks. Following one of the arms of the 
bay, we enjoyed a pleasant row, and passed through pretty 
scenery, until we came to a village, beyond which the boat could 
not pass. From this place a chief and a party of men volun- 
teered to walk with us to Waiomio, a distance of four miles. 
The chief was at this time rather notorious from having lately 
hung one of his wives and a slave for adultery. When one of 
the missionaries remonstrated with him he seemed surprised, and 
said he thought he was exactly following the English method. 
Old Shongi, who happened to be in England during the Queen’s 
trial, expressed great disapprobation at the whole proceeding : 
he said he had five wives, and he would rather cut off all their 
heads than be so much troubled about one. Leaving this vil- 
lage, we crossed over to another, seated on a hill-side at a little 
distance. The daughter of a chief, who was still a heathen, had 
died there five days before. The hovel in which she had expired 
had been burnt to the ground: her body being enclosed between 
two small canoes, was placed upright on the ground, and protected 
by an enclosure bearing wooden images of their gods, and the 
whole was painted bright red, so as to be conspicuous from afar. 
Her gown was fastened to the coffin, and her hair being cut off 
was cast at its foot.. The relatives of the family had torn the 
flesh of their arms, bodies, and faces,.so that they were covered 
with clotted blood; and the old women looked most filthy, dis- 
gusting objects. On the following day some of the officers visited 
this place, and found the women still howling and cutting them- 
selves. 
We continued our walk, and soon reached Waiomio. Here 
there are some singular masses of limestone, resembling ruined’ 
castles. These rocks have long served for burial-places, and in 
consequence are held too sacred to be approached. One of the 
young men, however, cried out, ‘‘ Let us all be brave,” and ran 
on ahead; but when within a hundred yards, the whole party 
thougnt better of it, and stopped short. With perfect indiffer- 
