There are many cases that might yet be settled; but I must not delay longer. Bid good-bye to the Turanga people. Pressed by Mr. Rich to sleep at his house; as he wished to accompany me tomorrow on my journey. The natives and picannies are gone on to Whero Whero. Heavy rain. Danced till 2 a.m. with Miss Small, and the young Richs. Mr. Rich rode on with me. The country about Whero Whero is a fine, rich soil, well adapted for agriculture, by draining one or two flats; and the hills are covered with excellent grazing for sheep, as far as a river, named Maraetaha. At Umukehu, my horse slipped, and fell down two or three times; owing partly to Mr. Rich's sanguineness in pushing forward. He seems an exceedingly agreeable man, but extravagant in his speculative ideas on sheep grazing, etc. He thinks of making a fortune at once. The land, and general features of the country, is poor, hilly and broken; dangerous travelling for a horse. Mine had two narrow escapes to-day; one, by getting his foot entangled by a branch we cut down. Fortunately a tomahawk was at hand; or the animal would have broken his foot. In fact, all the land about here is not worth 1/- an acre; or, I should say, 4d. We passed one Pah, of the Ngaiotahu-po. The Chief, Hererini, is a great warrior. Another branch are settled at Ahikakariki, Ihaka's