ment, when he saw, that ferns, “trakau,” 
were aTOwine: not only in the woods, but also 
in the rocks of New Zealand. Besides the 
load I had given him to carry, he put an- 
other extra-piece into his pocket, which he 
showed to every native we met , every time 
exciting by it no small degree of surprise. 
Heavily laden with the treasures found, 
and quite satisfied with the results of the day, 
but at the same time also very tired and 
hungry, we arrived at sunset again at our 
quarters on the Waikato. But here, what a 
disappointment? The little pig, which we had 
bought in the morning, to have it roasted for 
supper, had escaped from the old hag of a 
Maori-woman, — who had offered to attend 
our cooking, — into the woods; and for the 
day there was nothing left us , but the scanty 
remnant of a ham , which we had brought 
with us from Waiuku. 
January 26. — Our provisions had gone 
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out, so we resolved to return to Waiuku, ” a fogsi i f ern- 
choosing the water-route on our way back. 
For a compensation of 15 shillings the natives agreed to convey 
us in a canoe to Awaroa Greek. Thus we passed up the Waikato, 
along the sand-hills of the right bank. Two miles above Maraetai 
the river grows very broad, and contains many marshy islands 
covered with raupo (Typlta angustifolia]. The left river-bank with 
its fields of luxuriant growth presents a lovely aspect, and the 
white church-steeple of the missionary station Kohanga glistened 
from afar a friendly welcome. 
After a trip of one and a half hours, partly upon the open 
river, partly between the river - islands , we turned off into the 
Awaroa Creek, the military road of yore and now the modern 
commercial road of the natives. We had the tide with us, and the 
