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		<description><![CDATA[December 24th.&#8212;In the morning prayers were read in
the native tongue to the whole family. After breakfast I rambled
about the gardens and farm. This was a market-day, when the natives
of the surrounding hamlets bring their potatoes, Indian corn, or
pigs, to exchange for blankets, tobacco, and sometimes, through the
persuasions of the missionaries, for soap. Mr. Davies&#8217;s eldest [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p><em>December 24th.</em>&mdash;In the morning prayers were read in
the native tongue to the whole family. After breakfast I rambled
about the gardens and farm. This was a market-day, when the natives
of the surrounding hamlets bring their potatoes, Indian corn, or
pigs, to exchange for blankets, tobacco, and sometimes, through the
persuasions of the missionaries, for soap. Mr. Davies&#8217;s eldest son,
who manages a farm of his own, is the man of business in the
market. The children of the missionaries, who came while young to
the island, understand the language better than their parents, and
can get anything more readily done by the natives.</p>

</div><p>A little before noon Messrs. Williams and Davies walked with me
to part of a neighbouring forest, to show me the famous kauri pine.
I measured one of these noble trees, and found it thirty-one feet
in circumference above the roots. There was another close by, which
I did not see, thirty-three feet; and I heard of one no less than
forty feet. These trees are remarkable for their smooth cylindrical
boles, which run up to a height of sixty, and even ninety feet,
with a nearly equal diameter, and without a single branch. The
crown of branches at the summit is out of all proportion small to
the trunk; and the leaves are likewise small compared with the
branches. The forest was here almost composed of the kauri; and the
largest trees, from the parallelism of their sides, stood up like
gigantic columns of wood. The timber of the kauri is the most
valuable production of the island; moreover, a quantity of resin
oozes from the bark, which is sold at a penny a pound to the
Americans, but its use was then unknown. Some of the New Zealand
forests must be impenetrable to an extraordinary degree. Mr.
Matthews informed me that one forest only thirty-four miles in
width, and separating two inhabited districts, had only lately, for the first time, been crossed. He
and another missionary, each with a party of about fifty men,
undertook to open a road, but it cost them more than a fortnight&#8217;s
labour! In the woods I saw very few birds. With regard to animals,
it is a most remarkable fact, that so large an island, extending
over more than 700 miles in latitude, and in many parts ninety
broad, with varied stations, a fine climate, and land of all
heights, from 14,000 feet downwards, with the exception of a small
rat, did not possess one indigenous animal. The several species of
that gigantic genus of birds, the Deinornis, seem here to have
replaced mammiferous quadrupeds, in the same manner as the reptiles
still do at the Galapagos Archipelago. It is said that the common
Norway rat, in the short space of two years, annihilated in this
northern end of the island the New Zealand species. In many places
I noticed several sorts of weeds, which, like the rats, I was
forced to own as countrymen. A leek has overrun whole districts,
and will prove very troublesome, but it was imported as a favour by
a French vessel. The common dock is also widely disseminated, and
will, I fear, for ever remain a proof of the rascality of an
Englishman who sold the seeds for those of the tobacco plant.</p>

<p>On returning from our pleasant walk to the house, I dined with
Mr. Williams; and then, a horse being lent me, I returned to the
Bay of Islands. I took leave of the missionaries with thankfulness
for their kind welcome, and with feelings of high respect for their
gentlemanlike, useful, and upright characters. I think it would be
difficult to find a body of men better adapted for the high office
which they fulfil.</p>

 
<p><em>Christmas Day.</em>&mdash;In a few more days the fourth year
of our absence from England will be completed. Our first Christmas
Day was spent at Plymouth, the second at St. Martin&#8217;s Cove near
Cape Horn; the third at Port Desire in Patagonia; the fourth at
anchor in a wild harbour in the peninsula of Tres Montes, this
fifth here, and the next, I trust in Providence, will be in
England. We attended divine service in the chapel of Pahia; part of
the service being read in English, and part in the native language.
Whilst at New Zealand we did not hear of any recent acts of
cannibalism; but Mr. Stokes found burnt human bones strewed round a fireplace on
a small island near the anchorage; but these remains of a
comfortable banquet might have been lying there for several years.
It is probable that the moral state of the people will rapidly
improve. Mr. Bushby mentioned one pleasing anecdote as a proof of
the sincerity of some, at least, of those who profess Christianity.
One of his young men left him, who had been accustomed to read
prayers to the rest of the servants. Some weeks afterwards,
happening to pass late in the evening by an outhouse, he saw and
heard one of his men reading the Bible with difficulty by the light
of the fire, to the others. After this the party knelt and prayed:
in their prayers they mentioned Mr. Bushby and his family, and the
missionaries, each separately in his respective district.</p>

 
<p><em>December 26th.</em>&mdash;Mr. Bushby offered to take Mr.
Sulivan and myself in his boat some miles up the river to
Cawa-Cawa, and proposed afterwards to walk on to the village of
Waiomio, where there are some curious rocks. Following one of the
arms of the bay we enjoyed a pleasant row, and passed through
pretty scenery, until we came to a village, beyond which the boat
could not pass. From this place a chief and a party of men
volunteered to walk with us to Waiomio, a distance of four miles.
The chief was at this time rather notorious from having lately hung
one of his wives and a slave for adultery. When one of the
missionaries remonstrated with him he seemed surprised, and said he
thought he was exactly following the English method. Old Shongi,
who happened to be in England during the Queen&#8217;s trial, expressed
great disapprobation at the whole proceeding: he said he had five
wives, and he would rather cut off all their heads than be so much
troubled about one. Leaving this village, we crossed over to
another, seated on a hill-side at a little distance. The daughter
of a chief, who was still a heathen, had died there five days
before. The hovel in which she had expired had been burnt to the
ground: her body, being enclosed between two small canoes, was
placed upright on the ground, and protected by an enclosure bearing
wooden images of their gods, and the whole was painted bright red,
so as to be conspicuous from afar. Her gown was fastened to the
coffin, and her hair being cut off was cast at its foot. The relatives of the family had torn the flesh of
their arms, bodies, and faces, so that they were covered with
clotted blood; and the old women looked most filthy, disgusting
objects. On the following day some of the officers visited this
place, and found the women still howling and cutting
themselves.</p>

<p>We continued our walk, and soon reached Waiomio. Here there are
some singular masses of limestone resembling ruined castles. These
rocks have long served for burial places, and in consequence are
held too sacred to be approached. One of the young men, however,
cried out, &#8220;Let us all be brave,&#8221; and ran on ahead; but when within
a hundred yards, the whole party thought better of it, and stopped
short. With perfect indifference, however, they allowed us to
examine the whole place. At this village we rested some hours,
during which time there was a long discussion with Mr. Bushby,
concerning the right of sale of certain lands. One old man, who
appeared a perfect genealogist, illustrated the successive
possessors by bits of stick driven into the ground. Before leaving
the houses a little basketful of roasted sweet potatoes was given
to each of our party; and we all, according to the custom, carried
them away to eat on the road. I noticed that among the women
employed in cooking, there was a man-slave: it must be a
humiliating thing for a man in this warlike country to be employed
in doing that which is considered as the lowest woman&#8217;s work.
Slaves are not allowed to go to war; but this perhaps can hardly be
considered as a hardship. I heard of one poor wretch who, during
hostilities, ran away to the opposite party; being met by two men,
he was immediately seized; but as they could not agree to whom he
should belong, each stood over him with a stone hatchet, and seemed
determined that the other at least should not take him away alive.
The poor man, almost dead with fright, was only saved by the
address of a chief&#8217;s wife. We afterwards enjoyed a pleasant walk
back to the boat, but did not reach the ship till late in the
evening.</p>

 
<p><em>December 30th.</em>&mdash;In the afternoon we stood out of the
Bay of Islands, on our course to Sydney. I believe we were all glad
to leave New Zealand. It is not a pleasant place.</p>

<p>Amongst the natives there is absent that charming simplicity
which is found in Tahiti; and the greater part of the English are
the very refuse of society. Neither is the country itself
attractive. I look back but to one bright spot, and that is
Waimate, with its Christian inhabitants.</p>

 
 
 
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the-hovels, and rested there half an hour. All the hovels have
nearly the same form and dimensions, and all agree in being
filthily dirty. They resemble a cow-shed with one end open, but
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p>The ceremony of pressing noses having been duly completed with
all present, we seated ourselves in a circle in the front of one of
the-hovels, and rested there half an hour. All the hovels have
nearly the same form and dimensions, and all agree in being
filthily dirty. They resemble a cow-shed with one end open, but
having a partition a little way within, with a square hole in it,
making a small gloomy chamber. In this the inhabitants keep all
their property, and when the weather is cold they sleep there. They
eat, however, and pass their time in the open part in front. My
guides having finished their pipes, we continued our walk. The path
led through the same undulating country, the whole uniformly
clothed as before with fern. On our right hand we had a serpentine
river, the banks of which were fringed with trees, and here and
there on the hill-sides there was a clump of wood. The whole scene,
in spite of its green colour, had rather a desolate aspect. The
sight of so much fern impresses the mind with an idea of sterility:
this, however, is not correct; for wherever the fern grows thick
and breast-high, the land by tillage becomes productive. Some of
the residents think that all this extensive open country originally
was covered with forests, and that it has been cleared by fire. It
is said, that by digging in the barest spots, lumps of the kind of
resin which flows from the kauri pine are frequently found. The
natives had an evident motive in clearing the country; for the
fern, formerly a staple article of food, flourishes only in the
open cleared tracks. The almost entire absence of associated
grasses, which forms so remarkable a feature in the vegetation of
this island, may perhaps be accounted for by the land having been
aboriginally covered with forest-trees.</p>

</div><p>The soil is volcanic; in several parts we passed over slaggy
lavas, and craters could clearly be distinguished on several of the
neighbouring hills. Although the scenery is nowhere beautiful, and
only occasionally pretty, I enjoyed my walk. I should have enjoyed
it more, if my companion, the chief, had not possessed
extraordinary conversational powers. I knew only three words:
&#8220;good,&#8221; &#8220;bad,&#8221; and &#8220;yes:&#8221; and with these I answered all his
remarks, without of course having understood one word he said.
This, however, was quite sufficient: I was a good listener, an
agreeable person, and he never ceased talking to me.</p>

<p>At length we reached Waimate. After having passed over so many
miles of an uninhabited useless country, the sudden appearance of
an English farm-house, and its well-dressed fields, placed there as
if by an enchanter&#8217;s wand, was exceedingly pleasant. Mr. Williams
not being at home, I received in Mr. Davies&#8217;s house a cordial
welcome. After drinking tea with his family party, we took a stroll
about the farm. At Waimate there are three large houses, where the
missionary gentlemen, Messrs. Williams, Davies, and Clarke, reside;
and near them are the huts of the native labourers. On an adjoining
slope fine crops of barley and wheat were standing in full ear; and
in another part fields of potatoes and clover. But I cannot attempt
to describe all I saw; there were large gardens, with every fruit
and vegetable which England produces; and many belonging to a
warmer clime. I may instance asparagus, kidney beans, cucumbers,
rhubarb, apples, pears, figs, peaches, apricots, grapes, olives,
gooseberries, currants, hops, gorse for fences, and English oaks;
also many kinds of flowers. Around the farmyard there were stables,
a thrashing-barn with its winnowing machine, a blacksmith&#8217;s forge,
and on the ground ploughshares and other tools: in the middle was
that happy mixture of pigs and poultry, lying comfortably together,
as in every English farmyard. At the distance of a few hundred
yards, where the water of a little rill had been dammed up into a
pool, there was a large and substantial water-mill.</p>

<p>All this is very surprising when it is considered that five
years ago nothing but the fern flourished here. Moreover, native
workmanship, taught by the missionaries, has effected this change;&mdash;the lesson of the missionary is the
enchanter&#8217;s wand. The house had been built, the windows framed, the
fields ploughed, and even the trees grafted, by the New Zealander.
At the mill a New Zealander was seen powdered white with flower,
like his brother miller in England. When I looked at this whole
scene I thought it admirable. It was not merely that England was
brought vividly before my mind; yet, as the evening drew to a
close, the domestic sounds, the fields of corn, the distant
undulating country with its trees, might well have been mistaken
for our fatherland: nor was it the triumphant feeling at seeing
what Englishmen could effect, but rather the high hopes thus
inspired for the future progress of this fine island.</p>

<p>Several young men, redeemed by the missionaries from slavery,
were employed on the farm. They were dressed in a shirt, jacket,
and trousers, and had a respectable appearance. Judging from one
trifling anecdote, I should think they must be honest. When walking
in the fields, a young labourer came up to Mr. Davies and gave him
a knife and gimlet, saying that he had found them on the road, and
did not know to whom they belonged! These young men and boys
appeared very merry and good-humoured. In the evening I saw a party
of them at cricket: when I thought of the austerity of which the
missionaries have been accused, I was amused by observing one of
their own sons taking an active part in the game. A more decided
and pleasing change was manifested in the young women, who acted as
servants within the houses. Their clean, tidy, and healthy
appearance, like that of the dairy-maids in England, formed a
wonderful contrast with the women of the filthy hovels in
Kororadika. The wives of the missionaries tried to persuade them
not to be tattooed; but a famous operator having arrived from the
south, they said, &#8220;We really must just have a few lines on our
lips; else when we grow old, our lips will shrivel, and we shall be
so very ugly.&#8221; There is not nearly so much tattooing as formerly;
but as it is a badge of distinction between the chief and the
slave, it will probably long be practised. So soon does any train
of ideas become habitual, that the missionaries told me that even
in their eyes a plain face looked mean, and not like that of a New
Zealand gentleman.</p>

<p>Late in the evening I went to Mr. Williams&#8217;s house, where I
passed the night. I found there a large party of children,
collected together for Christmas Day, and all sitting round a table
at tea. I never saw a nicer or more merry group; and to think that
this was in the centre of the land of cannibalism, murder, and all
atrocious crimes! The cordiality and happiness so plainly pictured
in the faces of the little circle appeared equally felt by the
older persons of the mission.</p>

 
<p><em>December 24th.</em>&mdash;In the morning prayers were read in
the native tongue to the whole family. After breakfast I rambled
about the gardens and farm. This was a market-day, when the natives
of the surrounding hamlets bring their potatoes, Indian corn, or
pigs, to exchange for blankets, tobacco, and sometimes, through the
persuasions of the missionaries, for soap. Mr. Davies&#8217;s eldest son,
who manages a farm of his own, is the man of business in the
market. The children of the missionaries, who came while young to
the island, understand the language better than their parents, and
can get anything more readily done by the natives.</p>

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p>Both their persons and houses are filthily dirty and offensive:
the idea of washing either their bodies or their clothes never
seems to enter their heads. I saw a chief, who was wearing a shirt
black and matted with filth, and when asked how it came to be so
dirty, he replied, with surprise, &#8220;Do not you see it is an old
one?&#8221; Some of the men have shirts; but the common dress is one or
two large blankets, generally black with dirt, which are thrown
over their shoulders in a very inconvenient and awkward fashion. A
few of the principal chiefs have decent suits of English clothes;
but these are only worn on great occasions.</p>

 
</div><p><em>December 23rd.</em>&mdash;At a place called Waimate, about
fifteen miles from the Bay of Islands, and midway between the
eastern and western coasts, the missionaries have purchased some
land for agricultural purposes. I had been introduced to the
Reverend W. Williams, who, upon my expressing a wish, invited me to
pay him a visit there. Mr. Bushby, the British resident, offered to
take me in his boat by a creek, where I should see a pretty
waterfall, and by which means my walk would be shortened. He
likewise procured for me a guide. Upon asking a neighbouring chief
to recommend a man, the chief himself offered to go; but his
ignorance of the value of money was so complete, that at first he
asked how many pounds I would give him, but afterwards was well
contented with two dollars. When I showed the chief a very small bundle
which I wanted carried, it became absolutely necessary for him to
take a slave. These feelings of pride are beginning to wear away;
but formerly a leading man would sooner have died than undergone
the indignity of carrying the smallest burden. My companion was a
light active man, dressed in a dirty blanket, and with his face
completely tattooed. He had formerly been a great warrior. He
appeared to be on very cordial terms with Mr. Bushby; but at
various times they had quarrelled violently. Mr. Bushby remarked
that a little quiet irony would frequently silence any one of these
natives in their most blustering moments. This chief has come and
harangued Mr. Bushby in a hectoring manner, saying, &#8220;A great chief,
a great man, a friend of mine, has come to pay me a visit&mdash;you
must give him something good to eat, some fine presents, etc.&#8221; Mr.
Bushby has allowed him to finish his discourse, and then has
quietly replied by some answer such as, &#8220;What else shall your slave
do for you?&#8221; The man would then instantly, with a very comical
expression, cease his braggadocio.</p>

<p>Some time ago Mr. Bushby suffered a far more serious attack. A
chief and a party of men tried to break into his house in the
middle of the night, and not finding this so easy, commenced a
brisk firing with their muskets. Mr. Bushby was slightly wounded,
but the party was at length driven away. Shortly afterwards it was
discovered who was the aggressor; and a general meeting of the
chiefs was convened to consider the case. It was considered by the
New Zealanders as very atrocious, inasmuch as it was a night
attack, and that Mrs. Bushby was lying ill in the house: this
latter circumstance, much to their honour, being considered in all
cases as a protection. The chiefs agreed to confiscate the land of
the aggressor to the King of England. The whole proceeding,
however, in thus trying and punishing a chief was entirely without
precedent. The aggressor, moreover, lost caste in the estimation of
his equals; and this was considered by the British as of more
consequence than the confiscation of his land.</p>

<p>As the boat was shoving off, a second chief stepped into her,
who only wanted the amusement of the passage up and down the creek.
I never saw a more horrid and ferocious expression than this man had. It immediately struck me I had
somewhere seen his likeness: it will be found in Retzch&#8217;s outlines
to Schiller&#8217;s ballad of Fridolin, where two men are pushing Robert
into the burning iron furnace. It is the man who has his arm on
Robert&#8217;s breast. Physiognomy here spoke the truth; this chief had
been a notorious murderer, and was an arrant coward to boot. At the
point where the boat landed, Mr. Bushby accompanied me a few
hundred yards on the road: I could not help admiring the cool
impudence of the hoary old villain, whom we left lying in the boat,
when he shouted to Mr. Bushby, &#8220;Do not you stay long, I shall be
tired of waiting here.&#8221;</p>

<p>We now commenced our walk. The road lay along a well-beaten
path, bordered on each side by the tall fern which covers the whole
country. After travelling some miles we came to a little country
village, where a few hovels were collected together, and some
patches of ground cultivated with potatoes. The introduction of the
potato has been the most essential benefit to the island; it is now
much more used than any native vegetable. New Zealand is favoured
by one great natural advantage; namely, that the inhabitants can
never perish from famine. The whole country abounds with fern: and
the roots of this plant, if not very palatable, yet contain much
nutriment. A native can always subsist on these, and on the
shell-fish which are abundant on all parts of the sea-coast. The
villages are chiefly conspicuous by the platforms which are raised
on four posts ten or twelve feet above the ground, and on which the
produce of the fields is kept secure from all accidents.</p>

<p>On coming near one of the huts I was much amused by seeing in
due form the ceremony of rubbing, or, as it ought to be called,
pressing noses. The women, on our first approach, began uttering
something in a most dolorous voice; they then squatted themselves
down and held up their faces; my companion standing over them, one
after another, placed the bridge of his nose at right angles to
theirs, and commenced pressing. This lasted rather longer than a
cordial shake of the hand with us, and as we vary the force of the
grasp of the hand in shaking, so do they in pressing. During the
process they uttered comfortable little grunts, very much in the
same manner as two pigs do, when rubbing against each other. I
noticed that the slave would press noses with any one he met, indifferently
either before or after his master the chief. Although among these
savages the chief has absolute power of life and death over his
slave, yet there is an entire absence of ceremony between them. Mr.
Burchell has remarked the same thing in Southern Africa with the
rude Bachapins. Where civilisation has arrived at a certain point,
complex formalities soon arise between the different grades of
society: thus at Tahiti all were formerly obliged to uncover
themselves as low as the waist in presence of the king.</p>

<p>The ceremony of pressing noses having been duly completed with
all present, we seated ourselves in a circle in the front of one of
the-hovels, and rested there half an hour. All the hovels have
nearly the same form and dimensions, and all agree in being
filthily dirty. They resemble a cow-shed with one end open, but
having a partition a little way within, with a square hole in it,
making a small gloomy chamber. In this the inhabitants keep all
their property, and when the weather is cold they sleep there. They
eat, however, and pass their time in the open part in front. My
guides having finished their pipes, we continued our walk. The path
led through the same undulating country, the whole uniformly
clothed as before with fern. On our right hand we had a serpentine
river, the banks of which were fringed with trees, and here and
there on the hill-sides there was a clump of wood. The whole scene,
in spite of its green colour, had rather a desolate aspect. The
sight of so much fern impresses the mind with an idea of sterility:
this, however, is not correct; for wherever the fern grows thick
and breast-high, the land by tillage becomes productive. Some of
the residents think that all this extensive open country originally
was covered with forests, and that it has been cleared by fire. It
is said, that by digging in the barest spots, lumps of the kind of
resin which flows from the kauri pine are frequently found. The
natives had an evident motive in clearing the country; for the
fern, formerly a staple article of food, flourishes only in the
open cleared tracks. The almost entire absence of associated
grasses, which forms so remarkable a feature in the vegetation of
this island, may perhaps be accounted for by the land having been
aboriginally covered with forest-trees.</p>

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		<title>The Voyage of the Beagle - Day 136 of 164</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the afternoon we went on shore to one of the larger groups of
houses, which yet hardly deserves the title of a village. Its name
is Pahia: it is the residence of the missionaries; and there are no
native residents except servants and labourers. In the vicinity of
the Bay of Islands the number of Englishmen, including their
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p>In the afternoon we went on shore to one of the larger groups of
houses, which yet hardly deserves the title of a village. Its name
is Pahia: it is the residence of the missionaries; and there are no
native residents except servants and labourers. In the vicinity of
the Bay of Islands the number of Englishmen, including their
families, amounts to between two and three hundred. All the
cottages, many of which are whitewashed and look very neat, are the
property of the English. The hovels of the natives are so
diminutive and paltry that they can scarcely be perceived from a
distance. At Pahia it was quite pleasing to behold the English
flowers in the gardens before the houses; there were roses of
several kinds, honeysuckle, jasmine, stocks, and whole hedges of
sweetbriar.</p>

 
</div><p><em>December 22nd.</em>&mdash;In the morning I went out walking;
but I soon found that the country was very impracticable. All the
hills are thickly covered with tall fern, together with a low bush
which grows like a cypress; and very little ground has been cleared
or cultivated. I then tried the sea-beach; but proceeding towards
either hand, my walk was soon stopped by salt-water creeks and deep
brooks. The communication between the inhabitants of the different
parts of the bay is (as in Chiloe) almost entirely kept up by
boats. I was surprised to find that almost every hill which I
ascended had been at some former time more or less fortified. The
summits were cut into steps or successive terraces, and frequently
they had been protected by deep trenches. I afterwards observed
that the principal hills inland in like manner showed an artificial
outline. These are the Pas, so frequently mentioned by Captain Cook
under the name of &#8220;hippah;&#8221; the difference of sound being owing to
the prefixed article.</p>

<p>That the Pas had formerly been much used was evident from the
piles of shells, and the pits in which, as I was informed, sweet
potatoes used to be kept as a reserve. As there was no water on
these hills, the defenders could never have anticipated a long
siege, but only a hurried attack for plunder, against which the
successive terraces would have afforded good protection. The general introduction of firearms
has changed the whole system of warfare; and an exposed situation
on the top of a hill is now worse than useless. The Pas in
consequence are, at the present day, always built on a level piece
of ground. They consist of a double stockade of thick and tall
posts, placed in a zigzag line, so that every part can be flanked.
Within the stockade a mound of earth is thrown up, behind which the
defenders can rest in safety, or use their firearms over it. On the
level of the ground little archways sometimes pass through this
breastwork, by which means the defenders can crawl out to the
stockade and reconnoitre their enemies. The Reverend W. Williams,
who gave me this account, added that in one Pas he had noticed
spurs or buttresses projecting on the inner and protected side of
the mound of earth. On asking the chief the use of them, he
replied, that if two or three of his men were shot their neighbours
would not see the bodies, and so be discouraged.</p>

<p>These Pas are considered by the New Zealanders as very perfect
means of defence: for the attacking force is never so well
disciplined as to rush in a body to the stockade, cut it down, and
effect their entry. When a tribe goes to war, the chief cannot
order one party to go here and another there; but every man fights
in the manner which best pleases himself; and to each separate
individual to approach a stockade defended by firearms must appear
certain death. I should think a more warlike race of inhabitants
could not be found in any part of the world than the New
Zealanders. Their conduct on first seeing a ship, as described by
Captain Cook, strongly illustrates this: the act of throwing
volleys of stones at so great and novel an object, and their
defiance of &#8220;Come on shore and we will kill and eat you all,&#8221; shows
uncommon boldness. This warlike spirit is evident in many of their
customs, and even in their smallest actions. If a New Zealander is
struck, although but in joke, the blow must be returned; and of
this I saw an instance with one of our officers.</p>

<p>At the present day, from the progress of civilisation, there is
much less warfare, except among some of the southern tribes. I
heard a characteristic anecdote of what took place some time ago in
the south. A missionary found a chief and his tribe in preparation for war;&mdash;their muskets clean and bright, and
their ammunition ready. He reasoned long on the inutility of the
war, and the little provocation which had been given for it. The
chief was much shaken in his resolution, and seemed in doubt: but
at length it occurred to him that a barrel of his gunpowder was in
a bad state, and that it would not keep much longer. This was
brought forward as an unanswerable argument for the necessity of
immediately declaring war: the idea of allowing so much good
gunpowder to spoil was not to be thought of; and this settled the
point. I was told by the missionaries that in the life of Shongi,
the chief who visited England, the love of war was the one and
lasting spring of every action. The tribe in which he was a
principal chief had at one time been much oppressed by another
tribe from the Thames River. A solemn oath was taken by the men
that when their boys should grow up, and they should be powerful
enough, they would never forget or forgive these injuries. To
fulfil this oath appears to have been Shongi&#8217;s chief motive for
going to England; and when there it was his sole object. Presents
were valued only as they could be converted into arms; of the arts,
those alone interested him which were connected with the
manufacture of arms. When at Sydney, Shongi, by a strange
coincidence, met the hostile chief of the Thames River at the house
of Mr. Marsden: their conduct was civil to each other; but Shongi
told him that when again in New Zealand he would never cease to
carry war into his country. The challenge was accepted; and Shongi
on his return fulfilled the threat to the utmost letter. The tribe
on the Thames River was utterly overthrown, and the chief to whom
the challenge had been given was himself killed. Shongi, although
harbouring such deep feelings of hatred and revenge, is described
as having been a good-natured person.</p>

<p>In the evening I went with Captain Fitz Roy and Mr. Baker, one
of the missionaries, to pay a visit to Kororadika: we wandered
about the village, and saw and conversed with many of the people,
both men, women, and children. Looking at the New Zealander, one
naturally compares him with the Tahitian; both belonging to the
same family of mankind. The comparison, however, tells heavily
against the New Zealander. He may, perhaps be superior in energy,
but in every other respect his character is of a much lower order. One
glance at their respective expressions brings conviction to the
mind that one is a savage, the other a civilised man. It would be
vain to seek in the whole of New Zealand a person with the face and
mien of the old Tahitian chief Utamme. No doubt the extraordinary
manner in which tattooing is here practised gives a disagreeable
expression to their countenances. The complicated but symmetrical
figures covering the whole face puzzle and mislead an unaccustomed
eye: it is moreover probable that the deep incisions, by destroying
the play of the superficial muscles, give an air of rigid
inflexibility. But, besides this, there is a twinkling in the eye
which cannot indicate anything but cunning and ferocity. Their
figures are tall and bulky; but not comparable in elegance with
those of the working-classes in Tahiti.</p>

<p>Both their persons and houses are filthily dirty and offensive:
the idea of washing either their bodies or their clothes never
seems to enter their heads. I saw a chief, who was wearing a shirt
black and matted with filth, and when asked how it came to be so
dirty, he replied, with surprise, &#8220;Do not you see it is an old
one?&#8221; Some of the men have shirts; but the common dress is one or
two large blankets, generally black with dirt, which are thrown
over their shoulders in a very inconvenient and awkward fashion. A
few of the principal chiefs have decent suits of English clothes;
but these are only worn on great occasions.</p>

 
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		<title>The Voyage of the Beagle - Day 135 of 164</title>
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plundered by some of the inhabitants of the Low Islands, which were
then under the dominion of the Queen of Tahiti. It was believed
that the perpetrators were instigated to this act by some
indiscreet laws issued by her majesty. The British government
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p>About two years ago, a small vessel under English colours was
plundered by some of the inhabitants of the Low Islands, which were
then under the dominion of the Queen of Tahiti. It was believed
that the perpetrators were instigated to this act by some
indiscreet laws issued by her majesty. The British government
demanded compensation; which was acceded to, and a sum of nearly
three thousand dollars was agreed to be paid on the first of last
September. The Commodore at Lima ordered Captain Fitz Roy to
inquire concerning this debt, and to demand satisfaction if it were
not paid. Captain Fitz Roy accordingly requested an interview with
the Queen Pomarre, since famous from the ill-treatment she has
received from the French; and a parliament was held to consider the
question, at which all the principal chiefs of the island and the
queen were assembled. I will not attempt to describe what took
place, after the interesting account given by Captain Fitz Roy. The
money, it appeared, had not been paid; perhaps the alleged reasons
were rather equivocal; but otherwise I cannot sufficiently express
our general surprise at the extreme good sense, the reasoning
powers, moderation, candour, and prompt resolution, which were
displayed on all sides. I believe we all left the meeting with a very different opinion of the Tahitians from what
we entertained when we entered. The chiefs and people resolved to
subscribe and complete the sum which was wanting; Captain Fitz Roy
urged that it was hard that their private property should be
sacrificed for the crimes of distant islanders. They replied that
they were grateful for his consideration, but that Pomarre was
their Queen, and that they were determined to help her in this her
difficulty. This resolution and its prompt execution, for a book
was opened early the next morning, made a perfect conclusion to
this very remarkable scene of loyalty and good feeling.</p>

</div><p>After the main discussion was ended, several of the chiefs took
the opportunity of asking Captain Fitz Roy many intelligent
questions on international customs and laws, relating to the
treatment of ships and foreigners. On some points, as soon as the
decision was made, the law was issued verbally on the spot. This
Tahitian parliament lasted for several hours; and when it was over
Captain Fitz Roy invited Queen Pomarre to pay the <i class="ship">Beagle</i> a
visit.</p>

 
<p><em>November 25th.</em>&mdash;In the evening four boats were sent
for her majesty; the ship was dressed with flags, and the yards
manned on her coming on board. She was accompanied by most of the
chiefs. The behaviour of all was very proper: they begged for
nothing, and seemed much pleased with Captain Fitz Roy&#8217;s presents.
The Queen is a large awkward woman, without any beauty, grace or
dignity. She has only one royal attribute: a perfect immovability
of expression under all circumstances, and that rather a sullen
one. The rockets were most admired, and a deep &#8220;Oh!&#8221; could be heard
from the shore, all round the dark bay, after each explosion. The
sailors&#8217; songs were also much admired; and the queen said she
thought that one of the most boisterous ones certainly could not be
a hymn! The royal party did not return on shore till past
midnight.</p>

 
<p><em>26th.</em>&mdash;In the evening, with a gentle land-breeze, a
course was steered for New Zealand; and as the sun set, we had a
farewell view of the mountains of Tahiti&mdash;the island to which
every voyager has offered up his tribute of admiration.</p>

<p><em>December 19th.</em>&mdash;In the evening we saw in the
distance New Zealand. We may now consider that we have nearly
crossed the Pacific. It is necessary to sail over this great ocean
to comprehend its immensity. Moving quickly onwards for weeks
together, we meet with nothing but the same blue, profoundly deep,
ocean. Even within the archipelagoes, the islands are mere specks,
and far distant one from the other. Accustomed to look at maps
drawn on a small scale, where dots, shading, and names are crowded
together, we do not rightly judge how infinitely small the
proportion of dry land is to the water of this vast expanse. The
meridian of the Antipodes has likewise been passed; and now every
league, it made us happy to think, was one league nearer to
England. These Antipodes call to one&#8217;s mind old recollections of
childish doubt and wonder. Only the other day I looked forward to
this airy barrier as a definite point in our voyage homewards; but
now I find it, and all such resting-places for the imagination, are
like shadows, which a man moving onwards cannot catch. A gale of
wind lasting for some days has lately given us full leisure to
measure the future stages in our homeward voyage, and to wish most
earnestly for its termination.</p>

 
<p><em>December 21st.</em>&mdash;Early in the morning we entered the
Bay of Islands, and being becalmed for some hours near the mouth,
we did not reach the anchorage till the middle of the day. The
country is hilly, with a smooth outline, and is deeply intersected
by numerous arms of the sea extending from the bay. The surface
appears from a distance as if clothed with coarse pasture, but this
in truth is nothing but fern. On the more distant hills, as well as
in parts of the valleys, there is a good deal of woodland. The
general tint of the landscape is not a bright green; and it
resembles the country a short distance to the south of Concepcion
in Chile. In several parts of the bay little villages of square
tidy-looking houses are scattered close down to the water&#8217;s edge.
Three whaling-ships were lying at anchor, and a canoe every now and
then crossed from shore to shore; with these exceptions, an air of
extreme quietness reigned over the whole district. Only a single
canoe came alongside. This, and the aspect of the whole scene, afforded a remarkable, and not very pleasing contrast, with our
joyful and boisterous welcome at Tahiti.</p>

<p>In the afternoon we went on shore to one of the larger groups of
houses, which yet hardly deserves the title of a village. Its name
is Pahia: it is the residence of the missionaries; and there are no
native residents except servants and labourers. In the vicinity of
the Bay of Islands the number of Englishmen, including their
families, amounts to between two and three hundred. All the
cottages, many of which are whitewashed and look very neat, are the
property of the English. The hovels of the natives are so
diminutive and paltry that they can scarcely be perceived from a
distance. At Pahia it was quite pleasing to behold the English
flowers in the gardens before the houses; there were roses of
several kinds, honeysuckle, jasmine, stocks, and whole hedges of
sweetbriar.</p>

 
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Bram Stoker&#8217;s Dracula and Mary Shelley&#8217;s Frankenstein. Getting in the Halloween spirit a bit early I guess. Coincidentally both stories start written in the form of correspondence. (Also in the Halloween vein don&#8217;t forget Lovecraft&#8217;s Cthulu stories)
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<li>T. E. Lawrence&#8217;s <a href="http://www.turtlereader.com/authors/te-lawrence/seven-pillars-of-wisdom-day-1-of-240/">Seven Pillars of Wisdom</a>. I just watched the movie Lawrence of Arabia and enjoyed it so I was interested when I heard it was based on an autobiography. Hopefully it&#8217;s interesting. The dedication certainly is mysterious.</li>
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