speak for him. Mahuta leave me to do the business. I am just the same as King. I can answer all your questions."
"Oh, you are the King's prime minister?"
"Just the same."
"What does Mahuta do?" I interrogated.
"He does nothing," came the astonishing reply. "He leave me to do the business here."
"The King is merely a drawing card, then?" I asked; but Kaihau evaded the query, or preferred not to view his association with Mahuta in that light.
"I have the King come here, and Maoris come here and see him. They ask him if they should do this or do that. The King may be say, 'Yes, do that,' and sends them to me. I do everything."
"How old is Mahuta; Mr. Kaihau?"
"Same age as me."
"How old are you?"
"About fifty-four."
"What is the name of the King's wife?"
"She has two names. You have a pencil? I show you."
Then the M.P. quaintly wrote:—
Nganeko Mahuta
Mara Mahuta
I was not satisfied with the interview, and I told the "prime minister" I intended to visit his royal partner at Waahi. Would I find any one in the royal household able to speak English? Yes, a woman.
The next day I took train for Huntly, a coal-mining
