A woman in the Antipodes and in the Far East . nd below, is utterlyindescribable. It seemed as though the very heavens hadopened to allow us a glimpse within. Ere we had time to recover from the feelings of awe,and almost of dread engendered by the marvellous spectacle,clouds rolled across it, and all was as before, mist! mist!mist! Occasionally the stillness was broken by the alarmingrumblings of an avalanche on its way to swell the ArthurRiver. We were just a wee bit tired, and in the appropri-ate emotional condition for these weird and wonderfulsights to have their full effect upon us. Pres
A woman in the Antipodes and in the Far East . nd below, is utterlyindescribable. It seemed as though the very heavens hadopened to allow us a glimpse within. Ere we had time to recover from the feelings of awe,and almost of dread engendered by the marvellous spectacle,clouds rolled across it, and all was as before, mist! mist!mist! Occasionally the stillness was broken by the alarmingrumblings of an avalanche on its way to swell the ArthurRiver. We were just a wee bit tired, and in the appropri-ate emotional condition for these weird and wonderfulsights to have their full effect upon us. Presently, as we were still scrambling onwards, wewere more than pleased to see appear from a shelterednook the young wife of our male elder: she had been asfar as Roaring Creek, and found it so formidable, that shewould not incur the responsibility of crossing it withouther husband. She had been waiting for us nearly two hours in con-siderable anxiety, for every moment the water was increas-ing in volume and danger. This made us hasten on, as we. ON THE TRACK 25 had no wish to spend the night in the open, a fate whichhad overtaken travellers more than once. Arrived at the rocky-bedded torrent, fed by the meltingice of the Jervois Glacier, we essayed a crossing, first hereand then there, without success. The water was surgingand tossing over the stupendousboulders—some of themrocking like pebbles—which barred our way. At last, a little higher up, we thought we saw ourchance, and after a mauvais quart dlieure, all were landedsafe and sound of limb on the wished-for side. Then wesat and slid down a sodden wet bank of greenery beforewe regained the Track. Our advance guard, having ex-perienced the difficulties of picking up the path, hadthoughtfully tied a pocket-handkerchief to a stick, andplaced it in a prominent position to attract us in the rightdirection. To our horror we found it merely a dry water-course,steep and rocky. This to our tired and blistered feet wasperfectly pur
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