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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shingle, dead trees,and islands of grass and scrub. We could see theferryman coming across to meet us, and we waitedfor him. He reported the river as fordable, andanother wayfarer catching us up, we three enteredit in single file. The Wataroa was decidedlythe swiftest and deepest river we had crossed,but the horses came through bravely, withouthaving to swim—although at one time it seemedlike it. The accommodation-house was half-a-mile further on—the old one by the river havingbeen carried away in a flood. This present onewas really the barn and stables, and every inch ofroom was occupied by the party of thirteen whowere cutting timber for the new bridge. Wecould vouch for it, it was not the only place whichstood badly in need of one ! The ferryman camewith us to the house. He was a German, verypowerfully built; and we heard he has saved manylives in the Wataroa—even when washed downwith a drunken man, he could keep his head andbring his helpless charge out alive—no mean feat.
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IN FRONT OF THE WATAROA HOTEL. (28 WATERS OF WESTLAND. 29 Our host and hostess were terribly grieved athaving to send us eleven miles farther, and triedto make up for it by feeding us sumptuously.The talk ranged over many subjects—the SistineMadonna to Holman Hunts Light of theWorld among them—and we found the ferrymanwas something of an enthusiast, and knew hisDresden Gallery well. Our host was a man ofmuch reading, and told us how in the old campingdays they were a strangely mixed crew, hailing fromall parts of the world; sometimes Oxford andCambridge men among them—come gold-seekingor exploring like the rest. These would insist onthe others in camp reading, so as to be able tokeep the talk going round the fire at nights ; andan enthusiasm for history, Shakespeare, and the Saturday Review grew up. Men lent books toone another, and the budgets of papers when theyarrived, were eagerly read and handed on. Ah ! said our host, they were good olddays ! We youngsters learnt a lot mix

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