‘You know,’ the reminiscence ran, ’I used, when in England, to visit the Duke of Newcastle at Clumber.  I was there, a member of a party, on a wet day when we were cooped up in the house, unable to find occupation.  Towards afternoon, everybody being in despair, I proposed, “Why not have some cock-fighting?” Not the illegal cock-fighting of course, but the nursery-room style, where you have your hands tied in front of your knees, and try to turn an opponent over with your toes.  My proposal was received with delight, and I suppose half a dozen of the leading men of England were that afternoon kicking their heels in the air.’

Sir George could catch laughter, when a burden really did rest upon his acts—­catch it, to carry the burden away.  The quaint instance of how he got the better of the Maori children of Poa was in point.  A member of that New Zealand tribe had come under the weights of justice at Auckland.  The clansmen mustered to his rescue, and were willed to turn Auckland upside down, if necessary, in achieving it.  The Governor heard betimes of the advance of their war canoes, and he arranged his welcome.

’I called out our defensive forces, including a corps of pensioners settled in the locality, and placed them in position round the bight, where I supposed the Maoris would land.  A man-of-war, which was in the harbour, I sent out to sea, with instructions to return when the invaders had arrived, and to block their exit.  But everything was as if there had been nothing; not a sign that we expected callers with hostile intent.

’The Maoris rowed to the landing with vigour and confidence, forming indeed a picturesque sight, though I was little inclined to dwell on that at the moment.  Next, they began to drag their canoes ashore; but here a signal was given, and our half-circle of troops revealed themselves.  The Ngatipoa evidently did not know what to make of the changed situation, or what to do.  I sat on a hill and watched them, waiting for a move on their part, which presently came.  It was no business of mine to do more than I had done; let them now propose?  They sent up their leader, escorted by a few men, to ask what I meant to do in the circumstances.  That was considerate.

’I had already agreed with myself that the thing was, by hook or crook, to get rid of the Ngatipoa in a peaceable fashion.  To make prisoners of them all was not possible, even had it been wisdom; the others might have done mischief.  There were friends of my own among the Maoris, and I relied upon them as an assistance towards a solution.  I must make the vaunted Ngatipoa in a measure ridiculous; treat them as if they were naughty children.  I addressed the chief, “How could you be so foolish?  I had thought you a wise fellow.”  He did not say what he thought I was, but admitted frankly the object of the raid.  He asked me to allow them to leave quietly, and I consented, on condition they went at once.