he would be looked after by his
wife with some other chiefs' daughters of the same age. Whether the
young lady was pleased or not with this arrangement, it was difficult to
say. She had been overcome with grief at the death of her relative, and
she was still seen every now and then to give way to tears. Poor Tim
was in despair.

"I told you so," observed Jerry Bird. "She's a young lady born, though
she's not rigged out in silks and furbelows, and she's not for such as
you or me. If you are a wise man you'll wait for an English or an Irish
girl, for though she may have a cock-up nose, and weigh three times as
much as this young beauty, she'll make you a far better wife."

The expedition was successful. The strong posts of the Maoris being
captured, and the inhabitants of the whole of that part of the country
having sent in their submission, the seamen and marines were able to
return to their ships.

Jack and Terence, after this, were engaged in several other expeditions
on shore, in which, though successful, several officers and a large
number of men lost their lives. At length the Maoris discovered, what
they might have known from the first, had they not been instigated by
the knavish foes of England, who kept well in the background, that it
was useless to contend against the power of Britain. Most of the rebel
chiefs losing heart, tendered their submission, and promised in future
to be faithful subjects of Queen Victoria.

The regular forces were consequently withdrawn, and the protection of
the provinces left to the care of the colonial troops. Jack and
Terence, greatly to their satisfaction and to that of their officers and
crews, received orders to return home. They agreed, as far as they were
able, to keep together, although they would have few opportunities of
communicating, except by signal. They were of course to proceed under
sail, except in the event of continued calms, when they would put on
steam. They had filled up their bunkers with coal at Auckland, and they
hoped to avoid the necessity of touching at Rio, or any other place for
fuel. The _Empress_ taking the lead, the two men-of-war steamed
together out of Auckland harbour, when, having gained a good offing and
a fair breeze springing up, all sail was made and they stood together on
their homeward course.

Tom Rogers, having completely recovered, was able to resume his duty.
Though he had often made Billy Blueblazes his butt, he had a s