NEW ZEALAND. ADVENTURE AT OTAGO FORTY YEARS AGO.

Otago Witness, Issue 351, 21 August 1858, Page 7

NEW ZEALAND. ADVENTURE AT OTAGO FORTY YEARS AGO.

(From the Hobart Town Courier.)

The " Old Stager" has handed to us a narrative of events that happened to him on the S.E. coast of New Zealand, part of which was published, on his return to the port, in Bent's Hobart Town Gazette and Southern Reporter of 28th March, 1818. Full details of the narrative were not furnished, but now for the first time are completed from his " Ancient Log." Port Daniel, where the scene of the adventure is laid, is now better known as the peaceful settlement of Otago ; the reader will therefore read Otago for Daniel :—

The Sophia, Mr. Jame3 Kelly, master, sailed from Hobart Town on the 12th of November, 1817, on a sealing voyage, and anchored at Port Daniel, on the S.E. side of the southern part of New Zealand, on the 1 1th of December (a place only known to Europeans within the last seven years). The master, Mr. Kelly, with his boat's crew, went on shore the same day, and met with a friendly reception from the natives; which they attributed to the knowledge the latter had of one of the crew named W. Tucker, who had been well treated by them and engaged their apparent friendship on former visits, and who was called by these people Wioree. On the following day Mr. Kelly went in his boat with rix men (amongst them Tucker) to Small Bay, outside of the harbour's mouth, and distant from the vessel about two miles. The natives here also received them kindly, and to whom Tucker appeared equally well known, being challenged generally by name Wioree. Mr. Kelly made the chief of this village a small present of iron, and proceeded to his dwelling to barter for potatoes, leaving one man to look after the boat. On reaching the house of the chief, Mr. Kelly was saluted by a Lascar, who told him that he had been left there by the brig Matilda, Captain Fowler. During a long conversation Mr. Kelly enquired after the boat's crew that was said to have been lost near Port Daniel, and learnt that Brown, who had charge of the boat, with six men, had been killed and eaten by the natives. The Lascar then offered his services in bartering for potatoes for the vessel, and appeared familiar with the native tongue. By this time a great number of natives had assembled in the village, about sixty of whom were in the yard of the chiefs house, where the boat's crew were standing. In an instant a horrid yell was raised by the natives, when Mr. Kelly, John Griffiths, and Veto Viole were thrown down by the mob ; Tucker, with the remaining two (Dutton a,nd Wallon) were also seized, but got out of the mob and ran to the boat, where they found the man Robinson, who had charge, reeling on the beach from a wound in the head. Thinking it impossible that any of the rest could escape, they immediately launched the boat. In the meantime, Mr. Kelly was engaged in a dreadful contest with the natives, and luckily having about him a new bill-hook, he miraculously effected his escape", (being only speared through the left hand) after wounding his principal opponent on the head. In escaping through the gate of the yard, Mr. Kelly saw Veto lying on the ground, but did not see Griffiths any more. The feelings of Mr. Kelly on reaching the beach, under such circumstances, at the moment of his boat being launched, may be better conceived than described. Tucker was still on the beach ; Dutton, Wallon, and Robinson were in the boat, tacking her out of the surf. Mr. Kelly made the boat, and was dragged by her through the surf, calling on Tucker to follow, who, however, would not at- I tempt to do so till too late, a number of savages immediately rushing down on the beach armed with spears and hatchets. Tucker kept calling to them not to hurt Wioree, but, regardless of his entreaties, he was speared in the right thigh by the man whom Mr. K. had wounded on the head, and who was then covered with blood, and immediately knocked down in the surf, where Mr. K. and his three men in the boat saw the unhappy Wioree cut limb from limb and carried away by the savages! having had only time to utter, " Capt. Kelly, for God's sake, don't leave me." Mr. Kelly and his three men before-mentioned now returned to his vessel, and found on board a number of natives of the village which they had first visited on the previous day. Those natives, on Mr. Kelly getting on board the brig, pretended to be very friendly, and asked what had become of Tucker, Griffith, and Peter Viole, as they missed them out of the boat. On being told that they were killed by the natives on the opposite side of the river, and that Mr. Kelly and Robinson were wounded, (there being at this time about 150 natives on board, the decks, rigging, tops, and yards were full of them,) Mr. Kirk, the mate of the brig, said to Mr. Kelly, " they are going to take the veseel from us." Mr. Kelly immediately called all his men to quarters, and formed a solid square on the quarter-deck, under the main boom. Their head chief, whose name ■was Corockar, called to his men to make the attack, and seizo us man to man. The natives stood so close around U3 that they could not make use of the weapons they had in their bands, neither could we use our fire-arms, as we stood so close together. There was now only one chance left for us. We were all sealers on a sealing voyage, and each man kept two large sealing-kmves slung by his side. Seeing there was no alternative, Mr. Kelly called to bis men to draw their knives and cut away, which had the desired effect. The natives began to fall so fast before the knives that a great number jumped overboard and were drowned, and many were swept out to

sea by the strong ebb tide that was then running, and no chance of their getting on shore, as the tide was running 5 to 6 knots on the ebb. The gallant chief Corockar, seeing that his men were completely defeated, made a desperate attempt to kill one of our men with a tomahawk, but was seized by his arms, thrown down into the cabin, and locked up in the store-room till next morning. We then threw overboard 16 bodies that were killed by the knives ; the number who jumped overboard and v/ere drowned must have been about 50 ; and as many were wounded in the fight. We were fortunate, however, to find that only two of our men were slightly wounded in the affray. After clearing up and washing down the decks, we sat down and congratulated each other on the very narrow escape we had from being taken and murdered by those savages.

We kept a good watch during the night in case of being attacked by a large number of canoes that were laying on the beach in front of the town. The next morning, about 6 o'clock, a large number of natives were gathered round the canoes. We expected they were going to make an attack on the brig ; and that they thought their chief Corockar was killed ; they cried out often for him to come on shore. We tied his hands and let him come on deck. When they saw him there was great rejoicing. He called to them to bring a large canoe load of potatoes alongside, to pay us, as we thought, for his liberation. A canoe was launched off the beach, with two men to paddle her off to the brig. On the canoe nearing the vessel, one of the men that was stationed aft called out, " The canoe is full of men !" We all rushed aft, and saw the canoe had a large number of men lying in her bottom, covered over with mats. Our fire-arms being all ready, loaded, lying on the deck, we lifted them and fired a volley into her. The natives who were all armed with short spears and clubs, jumped over the side of the canoe, and tried to pull it alongside the brig. Had they succeeded, they must have boarded and taken the vessel in spite of ail we could do. There were nearly 40 of them, and only 14 in all of our crew. Several of them were shot and run through with boarding-pikes in trying to get up the sides of the vessel. Corockar jumped overboard to get to the canoe, but was shot in the neck ; two of his men swam to him and took him on shore in a most gallant manner, but he died next morniug of his wounds. Thus we had another narrow escape from being taken and murdered. We kept a good watch all night, expecting to be boarded and taken at daylight. Next morning, being the 24th of December, 1817, a great number of natives were on the beach, making a great noise, seemingly lamenting and crying, because of the death of their chief Corockar. They were preparing to launch their canoes ; we thought they were coming off to try to take the brig, and thought it better to stop them if possible.

We immediately manned our two boats, and taking arms and ammunition, pulled close to the beach where the canoes were lying. It was thought most expedient to destroy all their navy at once, to prevent them from making the attempt. As soon as the boats came n^ar the beach, the natives ail ran away over the bank. We landed one boat's crew, and kept the other boat afloat to cover the men on the beach with the muskets. We then commenced with two long cross-cut saws cutting the canoes up each into three pieces. They were 42 in number, large and small, all of which we destroyed ; and as we wanted firewood, we split them up and took them on j board. As soon as they, saw the canoes all destroyed, they rushed with clubs and spears up to their necks in the water, trying to get hold of the boats, but they did not succeed in wounding any of our men. They having become more excited and inflexible at this attempt to seize our boats, we determined at once to land, set fire to the town and burn it to the ground. This was the 26th December, 1817. It wa3 a fine clear summer day, blowing a fresh hot wind from N.W. We landed nine men, but kept the boats afloat. On our approach the natives all ran to the rising hills, and left us in full possession of the town. This town consisted of about 600 fine houses, and perhaps a finer town never was seen in any part of New Zealand. t The fire was lighted at the weather end, and in about four hours the beautiful City of Otago, as we then called it, was laid in a heap of ashes. We now required fresh water for our sea stock. There were several fresh waterholes on the beach where the canoes were lying. We observed the water in those holes of a curious colour, and recollected that Tucker had told us the natives were in the habit of poisoning the water if they expected their enemies were coming to invade them. This poisoning was done with a large blue berry, broken up and thrown into the water, which had the effect of poisoning both man and animal that drank it. On this information from Tucker we declined taking or using any of the water. On the 27th of December, 1817, at daylight, we weighed our anchor and left Port Otago, and sailed for Chatham Tsland ; hundreds of natives came down on the shore to see us off; we fired a volley of musketry towards them to say good bye. We have little to add to this narrative. Captain Kelly regrets having listened to the persuasions of Tucker, and the wish of the other men, to go on shore the second day without firearms, to which the loss of the three unfortunate men may be attributed. Tucker's confidence, however deceived, was founded on some experience ; and Captain Kelly has some reason to believe that these natives (though certainly not to be depended upon) were fired in their revenge by the recollection of two or more of their people being shot by Europeans.