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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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sGaelic ejaculations, and then plunged downward—and we followed, swinging ourselves by creepersand ferns, till we caught him up where he stood ona big boulder out in the Avater. Between themthey helped me on to it too, and beyond where thebig Highlander stood lay a churning rapid with onebig stone large enough in the middle to hold us both—but the question was, how was I to get there ?Gathering himself for the spring, he lit safely onthe stone, and turning, stretched out his arms, bid-ding me jump. I was considerably above him, whichmade it easier, but I venture to say I never had,and never again shall have, such a leap to make.However, when the question is of being left behindor taking the risk, one never hesitates long—and Ijumped. I felt his big arms close round me, andwe pirouetted wildly for one moment, tryingto keep our balance, and then—over we wentinto the tumbling water! He never let go,and landed me unliarmed on the other side,none the worse beyond wet feet. And soon
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THE SILVER CONE. 199 after this we left the forest behind, and cameout on the river. And now we began to see the full beauty and thesolemn grandeur of the place. To right and leftthe mountains converged till the whole valley wasblocked by a mighty mass, well-nigh perpendicular,whose summits were snow-covered to within a fewhundred feet of their tops, where the black rocksran up in pj^ramids too steep for snow. Along thiswall the eye travelled eastwards over pure snow-fields to a magnificent ice-fall, looking from here asif it must actually be moving, its colour exquisitein its tones of green below the snow-white waves.And then, just as last year it was described to meon the West Coast, rose clear and pure the greatSilver Cone against the blue. One unbrokenwave of snow seemed to run up one side to the verytop, which, looked at with the naked eye, appearedalmost a point, but the field-glasses revealed adouble crown. The face towards us was onlylightly powdered with snow : it was almost

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