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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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s morning when we setout. The more sombre eastern colouring hadgiven place to vivid greens; pine forest andferns took the place of beech; above the gorgethe snow peaks gleamed pure and sharp againstthe intense blue of the sky: it was enough tomake the heart rejoice. And very joyous we were,as we rode down that sun-flecked woodland way,where the pinky track before us lay all mottledand barred with violet shadows. Bend afterbend caught the morning sun as it poured a floodof golden light on tree-fern and unfamiliar foliage.Sometimes between the trees one caught sight ofa snowy summit with mauve shadows on thesnow, at the end of a purplish-blue vista. Itwas a fairyland of light and shade on dancingleaves, and on one side the river kept us companyall the way: now swift and silent, eddying inblue-green streams, now tumbling over rocks insnowy foam. Later I saw grander and more beautiful places,but the Otira taught me to love the road, wander-ing on and on beneath the trees, with its play of
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ASCENT TO ARTHURS PASS. (8 THROUGH THE OTIRA. 9 light and shade, its mystery and silence. Theforest spoke then in an unknown tongue, but itwas then I first heard its voice. We could not hurry: it was too beautiful, andwhen we came to an old-time coaching-inn withgrassy paddocks by the blue river, we stopped.Transome saw to the horses while I went tonegotiate rooms. The place seemed utterly deserted,though the doors stood wide. After a time thelandlord appeared. He was of a rueful counte-nance. His wife, he said, Was gone visitin.She had made up the beds before departing, butthere was nothing in the house to eat. Theres not many comes this way now therailways running, said mine host. I cheerfully suggested eggs and tea would do usquite well. A still deeper gloom descended on him. There aint any hens, said he. Cheese, I remarked with sinking heart. Cheese and bread, and tea. Havent any cheese in the house, and only thebit bread she left me before she went. We seemed to have struck bed-r

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