A woman in the Antipodes and in the Far East . For the first couple of hours the outlook was none toobrilliant, still I did not give up hope, and tried to keepthings going by what I hoped was light and witty conversa-tion. My efforts were crowned with success: after a timethe sun appeared, and from that moment all went well. At about the twentieth mile we drew up at the WairuaFalls. The cliffs on either side of the cataract are draped inever-varying green, and here and there is a straggling pathleading down to the calm stream pursuing its way, only in-terrupted by moss-covered boulders beneath
A woman in the Antipodes and in the Far East . For the first couple of hours the outlook was none toobrilliant, still I did not give up hope, and tried to keepthings going by what I hoped was light and witty conversa-tion. My efforts were crowned with success: after a timethe sun appeared, and from that moment all went well. At about the twentieth mile we drew up at the WairuaFalls. The cliffs on either side of the cataract are draped inever-varying green, and here and there is a straggling pathleading down to the calm stream pursuing its way, only in-terrupted by moss-covered boulders beneath over-reachingtree-ferns. It was one of the occasions when one would wish to beleft alone to drink in silently the beauty of the scene, buttime as usual interfered. After a picnic lunch we drove on through miles of slush ;we felt quite pleased and encouraged when we caught afleeting glimpse of the hub of a wheel. Those who talkedmost knew best the flavour of the mud, which was splashedup in generous quantities in every direction. The driver. IN KAURI LAND 59 accused me of taking away enough to start a small farm—please make no mistake, itot in my mouth entirely—and con-gratulated me on it being very good soil. It was no surprise to us that the buggy, during thesestruggles with nature, gave way in various parts of itsanatomy. The driver was well supplied with rope, andwhen that showed signs of giving out, we accumulated anystray lengths of wire railing we could find along the track,in case of further need. Despite these discomforts, I think I may answer for allthat we thoroughly enjoyed the day, and never regrettedwe had continued on our way. We were now almost at Tangiteroria, the end of ourjourney for the day, and before we were up next morningthe buggy was some hours out on the return journey, andNumber Three was having a repetition of the mud-dilutedpleasures of the previous day. She was to the countryborn, so was more or less accustomed to its coach roads ;we had news o
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