nt might have some security, he
purchased a plot of land in the name of the Church Missionary Society,
drawing up a regular deed of sale, to which his signature was affixed,
together with a likeness of the tattooed pattern of the Maori chieftain's
face. Duaterra walked about with him in delight, talking of the time
when the church should be built, and planning the spot; but the poor
fellow had probably never recovered the injury his constitution had
suffered, for he fell ill, and his state was soon hopeless. It was a
great grief to Mr. Marsden, who had reckoned much on his assistance, and
found it hard to acquiesce in the will of Providence, more especially as
the poor young man was not yet so entirely a Christian as to warrant
baptizing him. He begged Mr. Marsden to pray with him, but he kept his
heathen priest at hand, and his mind was tossed to and fro between the
new truth and the old superstition. In this state Mr. Marsden was forced
to leave him, four days before his death, when Kendall, who visited him
to the last, was shocked at the savage manner in which his relatives
gashed themselves, to show their grief, and far more when his favourite
wife stole out and hung herself, according to a frequent custom, regarded
as rather honourable than otherwise!

Soon after his death fresh wars broke out, and a hostile tribe encamped
near the mission settlement, loudly threatening to kill and devour the
inhabitants, who, for months together, had to keep watch day and night,
put their children to bed in their clothes ready for instant flight, and
had their boat always afloat with oars and sails; but they remained
steadfast, and the danger passed over.

The _Active_ plied backwards and forwards, supplying them with the
necessaries of life, and bringing guests to the farm at Paramatta, where
Mr. Marsden provided instruction for them. Two, named Tooi and Teterree,
were sent in charge of Mr. Nicholas to visit England in a King's ship,
where they had learnt to speak English tolerably, and to follow the
customs of civilized society. They were gentle and intelligent, and
eager to learn, but no one could reckon on what would interest or excite
them. They were taken to see St. Paul's Cathedral, which did not seem to
strike them at all; but, as they were walking along Fleet Street, they
came to a sudden stand before a hairdresser's shop, screaming out,
"Women, women," as they beheld the display of waxen busts, which they
thought