icholas says, was particularly dejected on being retaken; and it
was found that while on shore she had done everything in her power to
prevail upon one of the native females to assist her in her attempt to
conceal herself. Her friend, however, resisted all her entreaties; and
well knowing the hardships to which the poor creature would have exposed
herself, only replied to her importunate solicitations, "Me would, Mary,
but me got no tea, me got no sugar, no bed, no good things for you; me
grieve to see you, you cannot live like New Zealand woman, you cannot
sleep on the ground."

The Rev. Mr. Butler, in March, 1821, found two convicts who had escaped
from a whaler, in the hands of one of the chiefs, who was just preparing
to put them to death. On Butler interfering and begging that their lives
might be spared, the New Zealanders replied: "They are nothing but
slaves and thieves; they look like bad men, and are very ragged; they do
not belong to you, and we think they are some of King George's bad
cookees." After a great deal of discussion, however, they yielded so far
to Butler's entreaties and arguments as to agree not to kill the two
men; but the chief insisted that they should go home with him and work
for him four months, after which he said that he would give them up to
any ship that would take them to "King George's farm at Port Jackson."

When Nicholas was in New Zealand in 1815, he met with a Hindoo, who had
made his escape from Captain Patterson's ship, the "City of Edinburgh,"
about five years before, and had been living among the natives ever
since. Compared with the New Zealanders, he looked, Nicholas says, like
a pigmy among giants. However, he had got so much attached to the
manners of his new associates that he declared he would much rather
remain where he was than return to his own country. He had married a
native woman, and was treated, he said, in the kindest manner by the New
Zealanders, who always supplied him with plenty of food without
compelling him to do more work than he chose. Nicholas offered him some
rice, but he intimated that he decidedly preferred fern-root.

The circumstances of Rutherford's capture and detention in New Zealand
were but indifferently calculated to reconcile him to the new state of
society in which he was there compelled to mix, notwithstanding the rank
to which his superior intelligence and activity raised him.

Though a chief, he was still a prisoner; and even all the