reated with great kindness,
and brought up in all respects as an English boy would have been. Having
been sent to school he soon learned not only to speak English with
fluency, but to read and write it with very superior ability; and he
showed himself besides in everything remarkably tractable and obedient.
Yet nothing could wean him from his partiality to his original
condition; and he at last quitted the house of his protector, and
contrived to find his way to New Zealand. Here he settled among a people
even still more uncivilized than his own countrymen, and married the
daughter of one of the chiefs, to whose territories he had succeeded
when Nicholas met with him.

Jem (that was the name by which he had been known at Port Jackson) was
then a young man of about twenty-three years of age. Unlike his brother
chiefs, he was cleanly in his person; and his countenance not being
tattooed, nor darker than that of a Spaniard, while his manners
displayed a European polish, it was only his dress that betokened the
savage.

"His hair," says Nicholas, "which had been very carefully combed, was
tied up in a knot upon the crown of his head, and adorned with a long
white feather fancifully stuck in it; in his ears were large bunches of
the down of the gannet, white as the driven snow, and napping about his
cheeks with every gale. Like the natives, he wore the mat thrown over
his shoulders; but the one he had on was bordered with a deep Vandyke of
different colours, and gaily bedizened with the feathers of parrots and
other birds, reflecting at the same moment all the various shades in the
rainbow. He carried a musket in his hand, and had a martial and imposing
air about him, which was quite in character with the station he
maintained."

He brought his wife with him in a canoe to the ship; and having known
Marsden well in New South Wales, was delighted to see that gentleman,
and proved of considerable use to him in his intercourse with the other
New Zealanders. Although not accustomed to speak English in his new
country, Jem had by no means forgotten that language. He had been on
three warlike expeditions to the East Cape in the course of the past
five years; but had gone, he said, only because he could not help it,
and had never assisted in devouring the prisoners. Dillon met both Jem
and the Hindoo, when he was at the Bay of Islands in July, 1827. The
former had his son with him, a boy about twelve years of age.

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