Left Morris' Station at 7 a.m. Called at a Pah, where a German, named Strong, has a small cottage. The Mahia Chief is rather a decent, well dressed man. Ihaka Tanuhana and Te Matenga, who met me near Nuhaka, joined me, when we all rode to Nuhaka; where the natives offered to sell a large tract of country, the coast line extending from Nuhaka to Waikakapu; thence towards Turanga inland. Rode on through heavy sand to Te Wiremu Rapa's place; where we met Te Apatu, the Wairoa Chief; and were well entertained with a large supply of food, including eels from the lagoon, which is of considerable size, and almost the only one where eels are numerous in this neighbourhood. I met poor Angus Cameron, who is crazy, at this place, on his way among the natives, to Auckland; where he expects redress for some alleged grievance he imagines he suffers from the Company. There is little doubt but that he is crazy. Some few hills for sheep grazing, in the lagoons on the road to Te Wairoa; where we reached at dusk; the carriers arriving at 12 in heavy rain.