was still beating against me, I crept into the house, through the
narrow aperture that served for a door; and, stretching myself among my
rude friends, I endeavoured to get some repose; but I found this equally
impossible here as in the place I had left. The pain in my head still
continued; and those around me, being all buried in profound sleep,
played, during the whole night, such music through their noses, as
effectually prevented me from being able to join in the same chorus."

On one occasion, in the course of his second visit, Marsden spent the
night in the house of a chief, the entrance to which was of such narrow
dimensions that he could not, he says, creep in without taking his coat
off. The apartment altogether measured only about fourteen feet by ten;
and when he looked into it he found a fire blazing on the centre of the
floor, which made the place as hot as an oven, there being no vent for
the smoke, except through the hole which served for a door. However, the
fire, on his entreating it, was taken out, and then he and his friend,
Butler, who was with him, crept in, and were followed by their
entertainer, his wife and nephew. The hut was still extremely hot, and
they perspired profusely when they lay down, but they were a little
relieved by the New Zealanders consenting to allow the door to remain
open during the night.

Another time he was thrust into a still closer dormitory. "The
entrance," says he, "was just sufficient for a man to creep into. Being
very cold, I was glad to occupy such a warm berth. I judged the hut to
be about eight feet wide, and twelve long. It had a fire in the centre;
and no vent either for smoke or heat. The chiefs who were with us threw
off their mats and lay down close together in a state of perfect nudity.
I had not been many minutes in this oven, before I found the heat and
smoke, above, below, and on every side, to be insufferable. Though the