of whom bore
on her back, besides a supply for her own consumption, about thirty
pounds of potatoes, and drove before her at the same time a pig, which
she held by a string tied to its fore-leg.

"The men never travel without being armed. Our journey was made
sometimes by water and sometimes by land; and, proceeding in this
manner, we arrived, in about a month, at a place called Taranake,[BC] on
the coast of Cook Strait, where we were received by Otago,[BD] a great
chief, who had come from near the South Cape. On meeting we saluted each
other in the customary manner by touching noses, and there was also a
great deal of crying, as usual.

"Here I saw an Englishman, named James Mowry, who told me that he had
formerly been a boy belonging to a ship called the 'Sydney Cove,' which
had put in near the South Cape, when a boat's crew, of which he was one,
had been sent on shore for the purpose of trading with the natives. They
were attacked, however, and every man of them killed except himself, he
having been indebted for his preservation to his youth and the
protection of Otago's daughter: this lady he had since married. He had
now been eight years in the country, and had become so completely
reconciled to the manners and way of life of the natives, that he had
resolved never to leave it. He was twenty-four years of age, handsome,
and of middle size, and had been well tattooed. He had also been made a
chief, and had often accompanied the natives to their wars. He spoke
their language, and had forgotten a great deal of his own. He told me he
had heard of the capture of our ship, and gave me an account of the
deaths of Smith and Watson, two of my unfortunate shipmates. I, in turn,
related to him my story, and what I had gone through.[BE]

"The village of Taranake stands by the sea-side, and the manners and
customs of the inhabitants are the same as prevail in other parts of the
island.

"We remained here six weeks; and during this time I employed myself in
looking out for a ship passing through the Straits, by which I might
make my escape, but was never fortunate enough to see one. I kept my
intention, however, a secret from Mowry, for he was too much attached to
the natives for me to trust him.

"On leaving Taranake we took our way along the coast, and after a
journey of six weeks arrived at the East Cape, where we met with a
great chief, named Bomurry, belonging to the Bay of Islands. He told us
that he resided in the