agree not to kill the two men; but the chief insisted that they should go home with him and work for him four months, after which he said that he would give them up to any ship that would take them to “King George’s farm at Port Jackson.” When Nicholas was in New Zealand in 1815, he met with a Hindoo, who had made his escape from Captain Patterson’s ship, the “City of Edinburgh,” about five years before, and had been living among the natives ever since. Com pared with the New Zealanders, he looked, Nicholas says, like a pigmy among giants. How ever, he had got so much attached to the manners of his new associates that he declared he would much rather remain where he was than return to his own country. He had married a native woman, and was treated, he said, in the kindest manner by the New Zealanders, who always supplied him with plenty of food without compelling him to do more work than he chose. Nicholas offered him some rice, but he intimated that he decidedly preferred fern-root. The circumstances of Rutherford’s capture and detention in New Zealand were but indiffer ently calculated to reconcile him to the new state of society in which he was there compelled to mix, notwithstanding the rank to which his superior intelligence and activity raised him. Though a chief, he was still a prisoner; and even all the favour with which he had himself