Before I left Tauranga an incident occurred which appealed to me very much as an instance of the curious ways of Providence.
At this time Tauranga itself was a centre of another kind of activity.
Henry Williams passed through a terrible experience when returning from Tauranga in 1832.
My life in Tauranga was becoming every day more interesting.
Cartloads of the shells were at times washed up on the beach between the town of Tauranga and the entrance to the harbour.
It was decided to attack the Tauranga tribe, which had been aiding them.
Anyone visiting Tauranga can still trace the site of the old British camp and the remains of the old trenches.
Tauranga lies on the Bay of Plenty, about forty miles to the east of the Waikato.
Reference has already been made to the evangelising expedition from Tauranga into this country.
The blow was decisive, and the Tauranga tribe at once submitted.