Monday, January 27th

Left Rangiola (or Rangiora, as it is more properly called) at ten o'clock, and went to Deans' straight away, only stopping as usual at the ferry. I got there at half past four. At the side of the ferry the boat was on the wrong bank, and the man lived at a distance. Waipapa immediately set fire to the grass, and the smoke brought Tinui, the ferryman, to our assistance. At Deans's the mare had strayed away, so instead of trying to catch her that night, I accepted Mr Bowen's hospitality and stayed in his plank hut all night. They were only themselves just settled. Their servants had only just arrived, and their two cows were milked for the first time. I slept in a swing cot.