(5, p. 8.)
When quite without that missive thunder,
Which works us death, though erst our wonder!
Which works us death, though erst our wonder!
When we first landed in the Hutt District of Port Nicholson, at the commencement of this colony, many who went out a pigeon-shooting were quite amused at the seeming tameness of the birds, which seemed to take no notice of their pursuers, but sat upon the lower berry trees feeding while the muzzle of the fowling-piece or musket (such as it happened to be) was almost touching them, so seldom were they ever troubled before.
