V 
A NATIVE FEUD 
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He is always going to raise the dead to life again, and 
year after year his followers go up with their bundles 
of clothes ready for the departed ones to put on when 
they emerge from their graves and sweep, as they are 
told, all the white men off the face of New Zealand. 
The other chief here, Tohu, was at one time his 
most staunch ally ; but they quarrelled, and have now 
formed themselves into two parties — those belonging to 
Ti Whiti wear a white feather stuck in their hats or 
hair. At the present time a fierce quarrel is going on 
between them over a small piece of land a few feet 
square. Tohu built a house on it in his own part of 
the town. Ti Whiti said it was his land, and ordered 
his men to pull it down. When he found he could not 
demand the land, as it belonged to the tribe, he com- 
menced building another exactly in front of Tohu’s 
European house, the largest in the village, but which 
he only uses on state occasions. He lives close by in 
a miserably draughty whare, where we went to see him, 
and found him suffering from toothache and looking 
very ill. He has taken the quarrel so much to heart 
that it will probably kill him. 
He hardly took any notice of us, but gave us the 
key to go over his house, which is divided inside into 
long eating rooms upstairs and down, with only tables 
and chairs, and room for storing knives, forks, spoons, 
and dishes ; for since living in prison they have adopted 
European ways, build their houses in European style, 
and sit in chairs on state occasions. The village would 
be a picturesque one if it were not for these hideous 
incongruities in the way of buildings. The native 
whares are all huddled very closely together, and some 
of them we went into were beautifully made, one in 
particular, with a neat little garden round it, made us 
quite envious. The walls were made of raupo stems 
