Five years in New Zealand (1859 to 1864) — John Shaqi
Five years in New Zealand (1859 to 1864)Booth, Robert B.
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Five years in New Zealand (1859 to 1864)
Booth, Robert B.
New Zealand -- Description and travel
The Canterbury Plains are supposed to be the finest in the world,
extending as they do, about 150 miles in length by 40 to 60 in width,
and over this immense space there was not a forest tree or scarcely a
shrub of any size to be met with, except a description of palm, called
cabbage trees, which grow in parts along the river beds, and
occasionally dot the adjacent plain. The plains are almost perfectly
flat, with no undulations more than a few feet in height. They are
intersected every ten to twenty miles by wide shallow river beds, which
during the summer months, when the warm nor'-westers melt the snow and
ice on the Alps, are often terrific torrents, impassable for days
together, while at other times they are shingle interspersed with clear
rapid streams, more or less shallow, and generally fordable with
ordinary care. Some of the principal rivers such as the Rakaia,
Rangatata and Waitaki, are at all times formidable.
The Rakaia bed, for example, is, or was, nearly half a mile wide, a vast
expanse of shingle, full of treacherous quicksands, in which the course
of the different streams is altered after every fresh. One might
approach the Rakaia to-day and find it consist of three or four streams
from twenty to one hundred yards wide, and not exceeding one to two feet
in depth; to-morrow it might be a roaring sea a quarter of a mile in
width, racing at a speed of five to ten miles an hour.
At the crossing of this river, accommodation houses were established at
each side, both establishments providing expert men and horses who were
constantly employed seeking for fords and conducting travellers across.
Nowadays, doubtless fine bridges, railways, and smart hotels have taken
the place of what I am endeavouring to describe as the condition of
things fifty years ago. The Rakaia is fifty miles from Christchurch, and
that was our first day's ride. The accommodation house on the north side
was a weird-looking habitation, a long, low, single-storeyed
desolate-looking building, partly constructed of mud and partly of green
timber slabs rough from the forest, but it was, even so, a welcome sight
after our long monotonous ride.
The house consisted of a small sitting-room or parlour for the better
class of guests, not uncomfortably furnished, and about twelve feet
square, two small bedrooms, a kitchen and a bar, the former serving for
cooking purposes as well as a sitting and a bed-room for those
travellers who could not afford the luxury or were not entitled to the
dignity of the parlour. Separated a little way from this tenement was a
long low shed used as a stable for such animals as their owners could
afford to pay for so much comfort and a feed, in preference to the usual
tussock and twenty yards of tether on the well-cropped ground around the
hostelry.
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