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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 time I was so tired the effortto dismount would have been the last straw,and I was grateful. His boat was tied to astone. The wide lagoon lay in front of us ; withquick, gentle hands he took off the saddle, put itin the boat beside me, and telling me to hold thebridle shoved off. Tom followed with a littlecoaxing, his eyes fixed on the stern of the boat,and when his hoofs touched bottom again thelook of relief in his face was human. Then myferryman mounted his mare (which was tied nearby) and rode with me to show me his brothershouse, where we were to stay. A little way onwe came up to Transome in deshabille—all hispossessions hanging on someones clothes line.He was peacefully smoking, and the panama stilltriumphantly on his head—why it survived whena really useful hat would have been lost, I cantsay. He assured me he was perfectly all right—a little tired, but refreshed by the swim, andhis sole anxiety all along had been for thecamera films—the precious records of our trip.
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THE CROSSING OF THE HAAST. 93 Fortunately we had posted most of them backfrom the Mahitahi. And this is the true version of the crossing of theHaast. The other, told to us on our return, wasa fiction. CHAPTER VII. THE HAAST PASS. Gone are the forest tracks, where oft we rode Under the silver fern fronds climbing slow, In cool, green tunnels, though fierce noontide glowed And glittered on the tree-tops far below. There, mid the stillness of the mountain road, We just could hear the valley river flow, Whose voice through many a windless summer day Haunted the silent woods, now passed away. W. P. Reeves. My ferryman rode with me half a mile along a bitof newly-made road. He stopped in front of ahouse with wide verandah ; a path led up to thedoor between gooseberry bushes and rambler roses,and immediately across the road the bush closedin once more, but for several acres round thehouse it had been burnt, and rich green grass grewbetween the blackened stumps. Here and therea giant totara o

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