The natives at this time were very indignant because the Governor had forbidden them to have arms; and one chief had said to him: “My custom is to give my enemy a weapon if he has not one, that we may fight upon equal terms. Now, O Governor, are you not ashamed of my defenceless hands.” Soon after this an English carter and his boy were murdered by the Maoris. Shortly afterwards, the Bishop, on his travels through the country, was sitting round the fire with a large party of natives, who were telling him some of their national myths. He said: “Now I will tell you a ghost story. There was once a man who dreamt that he was sitting with a large party round the fire, when out of the fire rose the figure of a man who said, ‘O Governor if I had an enemy and he had no weapon, I would give him one before we fought. O Governor were you not ashamed of my defenceless hands?’ The people all applauded, but the dream went further. ‘After a time another figure rose up slowly out of the fire, with a white face, very pale, with blood streaming down; the figure was dressed like an English boy and held a bullock whip. He too stretched out his arms to the Maoris and said, ‘Were you not ashamed of my defenceless hands?’” The Bishop refused to interpret the story, but it was passed on amongst the Maoris, and told by many a camp fire. All knew its meaning. On one of these walks, the people in a particular village were persuaded not to receive the Bishop, but to offer him a pigstye for his night’s shelter. The Bishop at once set to work to turn out the pigs, clean the stye and make himself a bed of clean ferns. This made the astonished Maoris say: “You cannot degrade that man from being a gentleman.”