Here we cross the end of the lake by a suspension bridge; notice how the light is reflected from the snow on the summit of the mighty range in front of us. Next we come on a sight peculiar to the country; this is a boundary dog, a lonely sentry chained up 32 at a point where the boundary of a sheep run crosses the road and there is no gate to prevent the sheep from straying. Around him is a heap of bones, the remnants of many meals. Then we reach another lake, Pukaki, with its chalky-looking water; and in the 33 distance up the lake we have a view of the great mass of Mount Cook. We drive along the lake side right into the heart of the mountains, and in the evening reach the Hermitage at the foot of Mount Sefton. Here is a view of Mount Sefton and here are the 34 Hermitage and the mountain as we should see them in winter. 35 We sleep at the Hermitage, and in the morning start with a guide and the usual equipment of the climber in Switzerland. We cross the Hooker River by a suspended cage; the water looks quiet 36 enough now, but here it is in flood; a very different picture. 37 All along the west coast there are mountain streams of this kind; and we can easily imagine what a serious barrier they offer to movement from north to south across the line of their channels. It would be impossible, without a large scale map and plenty of space, to describe the wonders which we can see on a two days’ walk, sleeping at Ball Hut, a long way up the mountain slopes. But we may gain some notion of the different kinds of scenery to be found. All around us are snow-clad peaks, with great glaciers flowing down the valleys between and ending in long moraines--masses of rock and debris with chalk-white streams flowing out from beneath them as in the picture before us. This is the Mueller Glacier with Mount Sefton; and the river coming 38 out from the terminal face is the Hooker, which we crossed earlier at a lower point in its course. Here again we are looking 39 up the famous Tasman Glacier, towards the Minarets, and here is the wonderful scene at the head of the glacier. On the same 40 glacier we find a beautiful specimen of the ice river; and not 41 far away, on the great Hochstetter, we see some magnificent 42 ice falls. In the background is Mount Silberhorn. The picture suggests the origin of the name. Finally we have a view of Mount 43 Cook, the Aorangi of the Maoris, with its topmost peaks rising into the clouds. It is the highest mountain in Australasia, and we have already seen it in various aspects from a distance. Here is the summit, twelve thousand feet above the level of the sea, 44 or nearly three times the height of Ben Nevis. Mount Cook is worthy to stand by the side of the giant peaks of the Alps, and even in Switzerland it would be difficult to find scenery grander