PADDY MURPHY HEARS FROM TE WHITI.

Inangahua Times, Volume II, Issue II, 2 November 1881, Page 2

PADDY MURPHY HEARS FROM TE WHITI.

+ (Saturday Advertiser.) Our talented Wellington contributor Mr P. Murpby, of the ' Kay,' has forwarded us tbe epistle which he states he has just received from Te Whiti. Paddy is, we understand, a Maori scholar, and the translation is his own. The effusion will throw some light on the position of affairs at Paribaka, although the language is veiled in Maori metaphor and mystical phraseology. It runs aa follows : — 0, Friend Paidy ! Tbis is me word to ye an' bad luck to the w)rd o' lie in it, so there's not. The cry is gone out to the thribes, an' my mana is oyer the land. ' Pakanga 'is the cry an* there's goin' to be the devii'd own ruckshuns up here. Tbe sharks are gatheria' in shoals (not the sharks o' the say, but the sharks o' the land) but my blanket is spread over Israe l . The rain comes down from over skies, an' wather is general I v wet whin it's not frozen or dbried up. A cloud is covertn the mountain top, an my people are gettin bluo mou'dy for wanr of a baitin, so they are. The hapus have swallowed my words, an Ihe thribes have cried ' kaoai,' The wild boar is gruDtin in the valleys, an the surf o the say is in a foamiu rage. Signs an omens are to be seen on all skies, an signs on it. Billy Swansoo has bought a uew bell-topper. The Pakeyhas have brought throuble to the land io the shape o Dad whiskey an rotted tobukey, Ivery bould warrior has big-gur» to think that he

musket a rifle. The boys that we ingaged in the pullia down o finces, meant no offinees ;o the Pakeyhas, so rhey didn't. They wor just amusin tlnmßeive?, an hayin a rail fine bit o fun. Pak.«nga ! Pakanjja ! Pakanga ! is my word to ye. There's going to be one o the biggest shindies ye've iver heard ay in the whole coorse o yer lifts, (Ay coorse this is a bit o bounce to take a rise out o Rollcston, an to give the poor divils o Pakeyhas who don't care about hard work, a chance to distinguish themselves in the .Armed Constabulary. Miather Whittaker an some more o the Piakohayros are just thyrin to force me into a war, but I'm too ould & bird to be caught wid chaff, so I am. Although I cry Pakanga 1 1 haven't the laste intinshum o fightin, so I've net. j just want to make a little bit ay a sthir here, an put some Southern money afloat in the My blanket. I repai;, is over the land, I have spoken. From yer friend, TAY WHITTL To the grate Pakeyha Chief. Pam>t Mubpht. Lambfcon Kay, Wellin'ton.