Identifier: throughsouthwest00more (find matches)
Title: Through South Westland : A journey to the Haast and Mount Aspiring New Zealand
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Moreland, A. Maud
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Publisher: London : Whitcomb & Tombs
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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amid muchlaughing. However, we did at length get on tothe main body of the ice, and contmued till wecould see the Victoria on the left, only separatedby a black wall of rock (behind which it has shrunk)and the Fox branching to the right. The wholesurface hereabouts was much easier than theFranz Josef, and we did not need the hatchet atall. As at the Waiho, the gorge is filled by theice, and the mountains are clothed with vegetationto the snow-line. I think its surroundings aregrander than the Franz Josef: the mountainsrun up in jagged peaks and domes of snow, andone gets a better view of them from below, notbeing so closed-in by the mountain walls of thegorge. The stillness up there was absolute: the icemade no strange rumblings, the river at its footscarcely sounded, and only the singing or whistlingof the birds broke the intense silence. Below uswas a chain of blue lakelets or pools, and on theway back the men stayed behind to bathe, and Ifound my way down to the hut. It seemed odd
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ICE FOKMATIOX (>.\ THK FOX GLACIEII (66 THE FOREST WORLD. 67 not to see or hear the horses ; I could see the pileof saddles, and the bridles hanging near the door,but not a horse was in sight. I hurried round thehut, the slip-rails were down, and the horses gone !Going some Ava^y do^vn the track I caught a. glimpseof them through the trees, but too far off for me todo anything; and I was hot and tired, and a sixmile walk just then had no attractions—neither hadcliasing a wilful Scorpion through the bush ; so Isat down and waited. A\%en the men came, ourfriend declared his horse never had done such athing before. They made a circuit, and cut themoff where the stream and the path ran betweenthe sides of a kind of cutting ; and presently, theseexcursions and alarms being passed, we rode backto supper. We spent another very delightful dayresting here. Thunderstorms Avere rolling aboutamong the hills, and bringing down torrentialshowers; after which the sun would burst forthagain, and

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