through a flat country, rudely wooded, with a rich, alluvial soil. About 3 miles of our road was covered with high beech or Tawai trees, giving a handsome and majestic appearance to the scenery we passed through. The land they grow on is rather marshy. When out of this wood, we came into the finest plain of land I have seen in the country, resembling that of Bathurst, New South Wales; with a river, Waitakururu, running down the centre. The soil is rich and fertile, of a red and dark sandy loam, with occasional swamps; and entirely covered with grass of a coarse description, that the natives call Poteka. Slept by the side of Waitakururu river. Went in search of duck, but could not find any. The wren were in sight; shot a small teat. Our bivouack was a most comfortable one, highly scented