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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bs and rodeafter it, and we watched a wild chase down stream,sometimes he just had his hand on it, and thehorse swerved or the river bore it away, and offthey went again. At last we saw him jumpinto the water, and he returned triumphant andsoon patched up another handle, and on we wentonce more. We had just got to the Niger Hut, with its mem-ories of bottomless beds and hungry cows, when agrinding crash came and the wheel jammed. Thekerosene tin again !—but Duncan to the rescue;and this time, when with tugs and jerks andobjurgations he freed it, we tied it in a betterplace, and forward good Berline once more. And now we took farewell of Mr. Macpherson.He had been kindness itself, and we had learnedto like and respect the Highland family up in theirlonely home. We watched him ride away till heand his dogs were but moving dots on the widestretch of grey stones ; then we trotted gaily overthe grassy track, and pulled up at Mrs. Rosss: asusual a feast was ready—roast lamb, junket, and
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—OS;- WE WATCHED HIM RIDE AWAY TILL HE AND HIS DOGS WEREBUT MOVING DOTS ON THE WIDE STRETCH OF GREY STONES. (212 FAREWELL. 213 gooseberries, and there was much laughing overour experiences. The day grew cloudy, no wind stirred, and asultry heat was in the air as we drove away fromthe hospitable house. We next called on an ancient Dane of seventy-three, whom we had met on our way going up,and who had told us his parents were both living: the old Dad ninety-seven, and the old Motherone hundred and seven. A cheery old soul whoacted cook at a station, and described himself as a mere lad. The lake lay perfectly still beforeus, a mirror of silver framed by blue hills, and aswe drove round the curving bays on a road inchesdeep in dust, these bare hills looked parched tous after our forest-greenness in the Matukitukivalley. The little houses in their barbed-wireenclosures looked tired and stuffy, and the hotelgardens had lost their freshness, and Pembrokeseemed altogether too towny for our

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