A sail in sight in the morning, raising our expectations. She turns out to be a Hobart-town brig, whaling. Called in for potatoes and fresh provisions. 3 months out. One whale, sperm, 6 tons. Going to Wakaairi to see the country, but prevented, from the gale setting in from the North. The Captain of the''Prince of Denmark'', whaler, landed this morning, and purchased a topsail yard spar from the natives, for £1. He said he would take it at night, if he could not get it otherwise from the natives. This, I told him, was sure to be found out, and that he should not attempt it. Hona and Mr. Ankatell had a case of dispute about some wheat; which I adjusted. The ''Rose'' schooner, from Wellington, is in sight. She cannot get in, owing to the Northerly gale. A report that Te Hapuku is endeavouring to hold some tracts of land for the natives, cannot succeed in doing so. A great anxiety being manifested by all the tribes, and sub-tribes, to sell