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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iri and anold fellow bothered me into going for a sail on thelake. It was a heavy old tub, and his sail was afixture—would neither go up nor down; so hecouldnt sail against the wind, and I had to rowall the way back. It was frightfully hot, andwhen I got back there wasnt a sign of the Scorpion.We hunted for her everywhere, and Ive walkedback eleven miles with the saddle on my head.He announced his intention of riding Tom overearly next morning. When he got there, the oldman met him with the news she had forced herway through the bush to a place some distanceoff, and was feeding with several other horses.They had to make a wide circuit to drive her back,but seeing Tom she gave up the game, and allowedherself to be caught without further trouble. On another occasion she made off (while Tran-some was bathing) with her nose-bag on her head.He ran after her, but she struck into some bush,and as he had to return for his clothes, she got along start. At last he caught sight of her standing
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3 a P O ■* THROUGH THE OTIRA. 17 stock-still, and twisting her head round to lookat him. She had run her neck into a loop ofsupple-jack, and owing to the nose-bag she couldnot withdraw her head. Her ladyship was fairly-caught, and hot and cross as he felt, he could nothelp laughing at the reproachful look in her eyes. At last we were able to make a start, and enteredon the first stage of the Main South Road, whichis like few other roads in the world. For seventymiles beyond Ross it is really a road (barring thelack of such things as bridges), and is travelled allthe year round by a mail-coach and settlers carts—rivers permitting.* It is beyond that itseccentricities begin, and ever as we went it becamea source of deeper and deeper interest and specula-tion. At times it was there ; at times it was not.The swamps, or the sea, or the rivers had taken it;then it would reappear, having left us for miles ata time, to extricate ourselves as best we might.Ross was to be our next stopping

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