said something about cultivating that same land. When I wished him to call again, he promised to do so, but to this time, I have seen nothing of him, and therefore suppose he has thought better of it. Tamati Waka, I see, is coming in at the gate. Enter Tamati Waka. "How do you do, Hare!" Hare. "How are you E Waka? Sit down." Waka. "A word with you. The Waikatos are coming. They are now at Tongaporutu, in numbers, 200, and will be here presently." Hare. "Indeed!" Waka. "Yes. But this is a whunga for the late Purangi, Punipi's mother. The coming may, in a way, not be a good one. A quantity of food is being purchased." Hare. "Just so; and the Waikatos will some and eat it." Exit Waka. When this information reachees you, at