as a Christian will ever remain in my heart. Towards evening we came to Tokora, a curious rock like the remains of a Druidical building, where the roads break off, one to Rohuia, to Taupo and Matamata. Our guide was uncertain as to our course; and told us we could get no water further on, to guard against which we carried some, but found there was plenty on the road up to our encampment, where we got about 6 p.m. Had tents pitched by seven p.m. Started about half past seven, and got to Rohuia about 4 p.m. We were detained some time by William losing his road in the back country of Rohuia where there are many pig trades. We were fortunate eventually