Letter from P. Wilson,
to Donald McLean
dated (no date) Monday morning.
My dear Mac,
Since the evening of this day week, when I parted with you, I have been, in a manner, storm-staid; and hitherto, for all the rainy state of the weather, have seen nothing of the place, excepting some of Pat's farm; uhich I consider offers the capability of becoming a very fine one.
I forgot, when I saw you, to hand you the accompanying note to me, from Gudgeon. I know nothing of the matter further than that. From a conversation I had with Marsh, he seemed to profess no such ignorance as that, in the note, imputed to him. Mr. Flight, as well as myself, took some trouble in the matter; but the fact is, the man feels that he is on the right side of the hedge; and being inimical to Gudgeon, desires to get as much out of him as he can; and to make concession a favour, to boot. But were you to write a note to March, stating that the land is no longer yours, it is probable he might come sooner to an arrangement. G. is a very troublesome little fellow; and I shall not be sorry when I find that this is the last business I have
to do with him.
They tell me Flight's and my Report on the Grey Institution, was published in your Wellington Gazette. Neither of us, I believe, kept a copy of that document; so be so good as to request that a copy to each be forwarded. Also, should Sir George cause my Hospital Report to be published,- which he said he would, be go good as to procure for me a couple of copies.
The worthy Captain and I have been fighting all our battles "o'er and o'er again" during the rainy weather. I know no odds on him; but think he is fatter than when he left New Plymouth; and he seems more contented. Mrs. C., I was also most glad to find so cheerful; but poor Louisa is buried here.
Whanganui is certainly going ahead very cleverly; and I think will eventually go in advance of New Plymouth. That place is, to me, altogether an enigma; but people do cling to it, as if the rest of New Zealand was a suburban waste, to Paradise. I must see if I cannot give this a lift by and bye. I have written to Otago, for a half-cousin, who lately came there from Home; and who is reported a first-rate farmer; but who, like many others, found farming at Home a losing concern.
All here unite with me in kindest regards; address to me "Henui"; as I shall leave this on this day week. Believe me ever, my dear Mac.
very faithfully yours,