The missionaries are
buying up all our silver, and a change in the relative values of gold and
silver is in progress of which none of us foresee the end.
"The King and I both think that annexation by England, or a British
Protectorate, would be the saving of us, for we have no army worth the
name, and if you do not take us over some one else soon will. The King
has urged me to send for you. If you come (do! do! do!) you had better
come by way of Erewhemos, which is now in monthly communication with
Southampton. If you will write me that you are coming I will meet you at
the port, and bring you with me to our own capital, where the King will
be overjoyed to see you."
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The rest of the letter was filled with all sorts of news which interested
me, but would require chapters of explanation before they could become
interesting to the reader.
The letter wound up:-
"You may publish now whatever you like, whenever you like.
"Write to me by way of Erewhemos, care of the Right Reverend the Lord
Bishop, and say which way you will come. If you prefer the old road,
we are bound to be in the neighbourhood of the statues by the
beginning of March. My next brother is now Ranger, and could meet you
at the statues with permit and luncheon, and more of that white wine
than ever you will be able to drink.
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