middle, lies hidden among the mountains. At Teriria, a catholic 
village on the South-side of the lake, we halted to rest for an hour. 
From the natives, who received us with a most cordial welcome, 
I inquired the names of the most note-worthy 
points on the lake. Their zeal to serve me was 
so great, that, as a whole crowd were speaking 
at the same time , there was no possible chance 
to understand any thing at all, until one of 
them hit upon the excellent plan of tracing with 
his knife, after his own fashion, the outlines of 
the lake upon the sand, and thus to fix the 
various points of it. Although these outlines 
did hardly correspond with the real shape of 
the lake, such as it resulted from my own sub- 
sequent observations; yet the primitive sketch 
at the hands of a man, who had perhaps never in all his life seen 
a map , appeared to me noteworthy enough to copy and present 
it here. 
My travelling companions crossed in a canoe over to the N. E. 
end of the lake, 1 myself climbing along the eastern shore, — 
where a path is cut on the steep mountain-side, — for the purpose 
of making surveys of the various points of the lake. At the other 
end of the lake, I was not a little surprised at striking a broad 
carriage-road. It was the first indication of the proximity of the 
Tarawera Mission station. The road led to a mill; the Wairoa 
river, an outlet of the Rotokakahi, which drives the mill, was well 
bridged over; then I came to a settlement, Hereaupaki , laid out in 
European style, and not far from it, on the left, above at the 
edge of the bush, lay the hospitable dwelling of the Rev. Mr. 
Spencer, the central point, from which emanate all the civilizing 
influences, the cheering proofs of which are met everywhere in 
the neighbourhood. We had been expected for a long time, and 
Mrs. Spencer, in the absence of her worthy husband, welcomed us 
most heartily. We met our photographer, Mr. Hamel, here again 
'in the best state of health. 
Maori sketch of the 
Rotokakahi. 
