m ADVENTURE IN NEW ZEALAND. Chap. II. 
None of the natives live here ; but they turn pigs loose 
on the island, and catch them as they are wanted. 
The chief Ngarewa, with his wife, and his son 
Ehoro, a nice intelligent lad of thirteen, remained to 
dinner with us to-day. Their behaviour was very re- 
spectable : they ate heartily of everything, but drank 
little, the father warning Ehoro against too much 
wine. 
Nayti seemed much pleased at our kind treatment of 
his countrymen. He was at first ashamed of their rude 
appearance, and often apologised to us for it. He 
seemed, too, suspicious and afraid of them, and inclined 
to cling to us in consequence. 
During the next few days we made great friends 
with the natives. The barter went on alongside; 
Ngarewa remained on deck or in the cabin amusing 
himself with a pipe and a book of prints, or trying to 
understand and answer our inquiries about his place 
and people. He did not appear to have much influence 
on the latter, and at any rate never exerted it. Ehoro 
guided us on shooting excursions up the sides of the 
hills, or joined our fishing parties to the next cove to 
the south, where we always had a good haul with our 
scan. The women of the village had almost all re- 
moved to Ship Cove, wliere they eagerly undertook the 
task of washing our clothes. 
On the 22nd we took Ngarewa home to his village 
in our whale-boat, after he had received from my uncle 
a gun and some other small presents. We found the 
village of Anaho in a level piece of ground at the head 
of Cannibal Cove, and were much amused by seeing 
the ware punt, or sleeping houses, of the natives. 
These are exceedingly low ; and covered with earth, 
on which weeds very often grow. They resemble, in 
shape and size, a hot-bed with the glass off. A small 
