1 November 1852 Friend, McLean, Greetings to you, and to you Governor, [in memory of] the face of my dead father. Friend, listen to what I have to say. Perhaps it was earlier in the time of my ancestors that the new growth died, along with the signs of the year, the debating houses, care for people and the orphaned and the Pakeha, that they went with my parents. No one perhaps listens, their ears are punctured. No one pursues anything, or listens to the elders' teaching. Friend, enough said on this for you. Here we are living with problems. You will have heard of them after you left: the guns, the ammunition, the spears, the hatchets. This is Poharama's doing, the carrying of guns in town. I see the [grimaces of] the eyes and the tongue. However, my friend, the people in my settlement of Te Kawau still listen to my advice and to that of Hone Ropiha, Manahi, and Te Waka; my people are always chatting about something. But they leave alone the troublemaking of Poharama and his people; Waiwakaiho is cause of that troublemaking. You and the Governor should heed our troubles, and these are the reasons I thought to write to you about them. Friend, that ends this. Listen, I am persisting, McLean, over the land of my ancestors, of Tuparikino, Ratawake, Apakura, and Hineturi, and I am persisting so that the Pakeha [have it] for ever and ever and ever. Why should people fight? Why? Why? Not [like] that of the troublemakers over the land of Waiwakaiho, no, no. You have your letter about Te Waka and Hone Ropiha, so listen, the land is for the Governor. That's all I have to say, the end. From your son, from Hoera