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Several other voyagers came here, and had considerable intercourse with the natives.

In the year 1771, a French captain, named Marion, with two ships, sailed into the Pacific ocean.

On the 10th of February 1772, he touched at Van Diemen's Land, and proceeding eastward, he reached New Zealand on the 24th of March following page :

It was sometime before he could find a place where he might approach the shore in safety. But at length, he cast anchor near the southeastern part of the northern island. The natives then came off to the vessels, and the most friendly intercourse with them commenced.

The French officers and men went ashore, and visited the villages, and were everywhere received with the greatest kindness. Marion himself, was treated with particular attention. Such, indeed, was the apparent friendship and hospitality of the savages, that the French people had no idea of danger.

But on the 12th of June, Marion went on shore, taking with him sixteen persons. The evening came, and they did not return. This made the people on board the ships a little

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Then a boat was sent ashore with twelve men. They were received by the natives with every mark of affection. But when they were a little separated, the savages suddenly fell upon them, threw them upon the ground, and beat out their brains with their war clubs. One of the twelve only escaped. In the confusion, he ran to some bushes, and hid himself there.

From his hiding place, he saw the dead bodies of his companions cut up into pieces, and divided among the people, who cạrried them away. He then ran down to the water and swam to the ship, and gave an account of these horrid deeds.

The people in the ships had now no doubt that Marion and his companions had been murdered. Accordingly, a boat, with a number of armed men, was sent ashore to give notice of what had happened to about sixty Frenchmen, who were cutting down wood for the ship

As soon as the officer who commanded them heard of it, he led his men away to the boats. They were followed by a multitude of savages, yelling and shouting in the most frightful man

ner. When the Frenchmen got on board their boats, there were at least one thousand of the natives crowded on the beach, ready to rush upon them. But the Frenchmen pushed off into the water, and then they loaded their guns and fired among the rabble. .

Stupified and astonished, the savages stood still, and a great many of them were killed.

Soon after this, the French sent a strong party ashore, to make a search for Marion. They went to a village where Tacouri, a chief, lived. They saw him running away with Marion's cloak over his shoulders. They went into his house, and there they found pieces of human flesh, some of which were roasted. They also found some articles belonging to Marion and his friends.

Having burnt this village, and some others, they returned to the ships, and on the 14th of July, they sailed away. They named the place where these dreadful things happened, the Bay of Treachery.

I will now tell you the story of John Rutherford. He was born at Manchester, England, in 1796. He went to sea when he was very young, and performed a number of voyages. Being on board an English vessel at Hawaii, he was taken sick on one of the Sandwich ** islands. When he got well, he entered on board an American vessel called the Agnes.

After touching at several places, the vessel arrived at New Zealand, in March, 1816. She finally put in to a place, called Poverty Bay, on the southeastern part of the northern island. As soon as the vessel had dropped anchor, a great many canoes came off to the ship from every part of the bay, each containing about thirty women, by whom it was paddled. Very few men made their appearance that day; but many of the women remained on board all night, employing themselves chiefly in stealing whatever they could lay their hands on: their conduct greatly alarmed the captain, and a strict watch was kept during the night.

The next morning one of the chiefs came on board, whose name they were told was Aimy. He was in a large war-canoe, about sixty feet long, carrying above a hundred of the natives, all provided with quantities of mats and fishing-lines. These were made of the strong white flax of the country, with which they wished to trade with the crew.

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