Identifier: throughsouthwes00more (find matches)
Title: Through south Westland, a journey to the Haast and Mount Aspiring, New Zealand
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Moreland, A. Maud
Subjects: Westland, N.Z. (County)
Publisher: London Witherby
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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ts sticking in them. Charlie was bent on being hospitable. Next came out bundles of letters and piles of unopened newspapers from London— for though he has wandered in the wilderness here and in Australia this fifty years, his people have not forgotten him. He was indeed a typical Hatter. Said Charlie : If youll marry me and come up here, Ill make a fine place of it. Ill cut down the bush, and Ill get a cow. I assured him—however alluring this prospect for my future settlement in life might be—it was quite impossible, and I rose to go. But I had only gone a few yards on the path when he came flying after me, with a newspaper wrapper with his name and address. The last I saw of my Hatter, he was waving farewells and shouting after me: Youll think of it, wont you?—and Ill get the cow, and make a grand place of it. My heart was always sorry for these lonely old men we found. They who, in the days of their youth and strength, often handled their hundreds—now only old hangers-on,
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THE WAIHO GORGE. 47 waiting out their few years, clinging to the scenesthey know—nowhere else for them in the wideworld. The companies get all the gold nowadays ;the Hatters are the last of their race. I crossed the gorge by a bridge suspended highin air, just two planks with wires on both sides—a slip, and there would have been no more wander-ing ! Far beneath, the Waiho churned and boiledin yellow foam, and the bridge swayed alarmingly.On the other side was a bit of road leading past atrim cottage with green doors and windows, anda garden gay with flowers. The forest shut it in,and the grim walls of the Waiho gorge rosebehind, and in the pleasant living-room I sat andchatted long; heard tales of the five stalwartsons, and of the grandchildren, of the diggersin the gorge, and the Hatters among the hills.The mountains and the forest and the greatglacier are, to the old lady who lives there undershadow of the everlasting hills, The wonderfulworks of God : Can we have anything but g

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