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Mr. Berners. This was the agent whom we had 
found engaged in a dispute about Mana when we were 
there before. It appeared that he had agreed to 
evacuate the island as soon as this house should be 
completed for him by his own natives. 
I was pleasantly surprised to find my old friend 
Nayti among the crowd, who greeted me on my 
arrival. It will be remembered that he had left us 
at Kapiti about four months before, to come to his 
native village, which is close to this. He was much 
ashamed of the wretched state in which I found him. 
He was wrapped in a blanket and mat, and as dirty as 
any of his fellow-countrymen around. He tried to 
excuse himself for not wearing English clothes, by 
stating that he had been too ill ; but a White man at 
Parramatta had assured me only an hour before that 
Nayti had given away everything he possessed. This 
was a sad result of all the pains that had been taken 
to civilize and educate him. 
When the Association was first formed, in 1837, my 
father, hearing that two New Zealanders had arrived 
in a French whaler at Havre, sent over Captain W. 
C. Symonds and another friend to fetch them to 
London. I remember their arrival at the rooms of 
the Association in the Adelphi. One was Nayti ; the 
other was named Jackey, and was a native of the 
country near OtaJco in the Middle Island. They had 
both worked as common seamen on board the French 
whaler, and were delighted at the prospect held out to 
them of a comfortable shelter. As I took them in a 
hackney-coach to my father's house in Chelsea, I 
pointed out the shops, the crowd of passengers, and 
the public buildings which we passed. They gazed 
for some minutes in mute astonishment on the bewil- 
dering sight, and then, by an apparently unanimous 
impulse, covered their faces with their hands, and 
