LETTERS 
270 
no watery mountains. I have du^ up a bundle of best 
fern-root, which all, every body, white people and native 
men, say is very good, when sick with the ship^s rocking. 
Go, Mr.Yate, go in peace, and take God in your heart; 
and we native men will ask our Saviour to send you 
back again. Go, go in peace. 
So write James and Robert, whom, last sacred day, 
you baptized. 
LETTER XXII. 
FROM WILLIAM, TO MR. CLARKE. 
Mr. Clarke — Do you ask Mr.Yate for some medicine 
for my child, and for Paparangi's shoulder. All a native 
man’s thoughts are about the body ; which to-morrow 
perhaps, or perhaps next year, will be nothing. How 
great are our hearts towards the things of this world ! and 
how our desires are tied on to possessions here ! Does 
not the Bible say, “ Lay not up for yourselves treasures 
upon earth,'” &c. ; and behold I have more love for my 
child than for God ; more thoughts about my child than 
about God. Say you, is this right? — perhaps it is; per- 
haps it is not. I have very great desires for another 
book : my wife always wants to read mine, when I am 
reading it myself ; and she reads it in the morning, in 
the middle of the day, and all day. I have said to her, 
I must tie my Bible in my garment, and take it to all 
places that I go to ; and when I am tired, I sit down in 
the fern, and read it. Do you say, if you will let me 
have another Bible for my wife, and one for Paparangi, 
who can now read. Paparangi has a large pig for a pay- 
ment, and I will work for my wife’s book. 
Ashamed am I of this writing on a slate to you ; this 
is all from, William. 
