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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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tened thetrace, and turned their heads once more acrossstream ; his own wise horse pretending to pull infront gave them confidence,and the Berline emergedon a shingle fiat with no further mishaps. The rest was easy. Two broad but shallowstreams were crossed ; then we got on a green fiaton the far-side of the eastern Matukituki, and foundit full of ambushments, old trenches, rabbit-holes,and other fruitful sources of disaster. At timesthe Berline threatened dissolution altogether.However, we were within sight of our new abode,and with expiring creaks and groans from itsmuch-tried springs, we drew up in front of thedoor—and the perilous journey was over. The Old Homestead stood on a little rise, undera group of dark, native trees. Immediately behindthe paddocks at the back, the mountain rose inalmost precipitous slopes, covered with trees,broken rock, and bracken—the last few hundredfeet a series of step-like precipices. Deep ravineshid tumbling waterfalls in their dark depths—the
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THE NIGER HUT. 157 noise of water came from all sides. But if themountains were savagely grand, the outlook upthe valley was just the opposite. A smiling stretch of waving pasture betweenforest-covered slopes, and the blue river—at onepoint foaming over rapids, and at another sweepingstill and deep beneath over-hanging trees ; fartherup, the scene was closed by the snow-peaks andpurple-black crags of more distant ranges. CHAPTER V. THE OLD HOMESTEAD. IAnd the bush hath friends to meet him,And their kindly voices greet himIn the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,And he sees the vision splendidOf the sun-lit plains extended,And at night the wondrous glory of theeverlasting stars. A. B. Paterson. We pushed open the door and inspected ourquarters, and after my night in the Niger I wasnot so hard to please, and quite ready to thinkthem all they should be. At any rate, doors andwindows were fairly intact—the chimney, it is true,left something to be desired; the last party

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