Erewhon Revisited Twenty Years Later, Both by the Original Discoverer of the Country and by His SonButler, Samuel
Philosophy
Erewhon Revisited Twenty Years Later, Both by the Original Discoverer of the Country and by His Son
Butler, Samuel
Satire; Utopian fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
He spent three whole days in riding across the plains, and was struck
with the very small signs of change that he could detect, but the fall
in wool, and the failure, so far, to establish a frozen meat trade, had
prevented any material development of the resources of the country.
When he had got to the front ranges, he followed up the river next
to the north of the one that he had explored years ago, and from the
head waters of which he had been led to discover the only practicable
pass into Erewhon. He did this, partly to avoid the terribly dangerous
descent on to the bed of the more northern river, and partly to escape
being seen by shepherds or bullock-drivers who might remember him.
If he had attempted to get through the gorge of this river in 1870,
he would have found it impassable; but a few river-bed flats had been
discovered above the gorge, on which there was now a shepherd’s hut,
and on the discovery of these flats a narrow horse track had been made
from one end of the gorge to the other.
He was hospitably entertained at the shepherd’s hut just mentioned,
which he reached on Monday, December 1. He told the shepherd in
charge of it that he had come to see if he could find traces of a
large wingless bird, whose existence had been reported as having been
discovered among the extreme head waters of the river.
“Be careful, sir,” said the shepherd; “the river is very dangerous;
several people--one only about a year ago--have left this hut, and
though their horses and their camps have been found, their bodies have
not. When a great fresh comes down, it would carry a body out to sea in
twenty-four hours.”
He evidently had no idea that there was a pass through the ranges up
the river, which might explain the disappearance of an explorer.
Next day my father began to ascend the river. There was so much
tangled growth still unburnt wherever there was room for it to grow,
and so much swamp, that my father had to keep almost entirely to the
river-bed--and here there was a good deal of quicksand. The stones
also were often large for some distance together, and he had to cross
and recross streams of the river more than once, so that though he
travelled all day with the exception of a couple of hours for dinner,
he had not made more than some five and twenty miles when he reached a
suitable camping ground, where he unsaddled his horse, hobbled him, and
turned him out to feed. The grass was beginning to seed, so that though
it was none too plentiful, what there was of it made excellent feed.
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