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
We had proceeded to within a mile of the station, when the brutes for
the twentieth time bolted, on this occasion taking to the hills over
some low spurs and rocky ground, intersected with ravines and gullies. I
was riding hard to intercept them when I was suddenly sent flying on to
my head, turning a somersault on to a rough bank of spear grass. Shaking
myself together and somewhat recovering from the shock, I discovered the
tail and stern of my steed projecting above the ground, the remainder of
him being invisible. It appeared he had planted his fore feet in a deep
fissure covered with long grass, and just large enough to take in head
and fore parts. The shock sent me over, as I described, while he
remained stuck.
It was a ridiculous position, and tired, sore from the spear-grass, and
annoyed as I was, I could not refrain from a hearty laugh at our
predicament before attempting to extricate my unhappy quadruped; this I
succeeded in doing with some difficulty, and found him, with the
exception of some few scratches, quite unhurt.
I again mounted, but the wily steers had disappeared, and Smith was
nowhere to be seen, I rode quietly on and presently discovered the
latter, himself and horse dead beat, and using very unparliamentary
language at our bad luck, at the beasts, and at gold diggings in
general.
We had nothing for it but to go back to Miller's for the night. The
following day we returned to Davis's, where we found the bullocks had
arrived the night before, and Davis, after a laugh at our misadventures,
returned us the L25, and the same evening we left for Dunedin. We camped
some ten miles further down the Waitaki, with a very eccentric personage
in the form of an old retired clergyman of the Church of England. He
lived like a hermit in a small hut under the hills, which he had built
himself, as well as some outbuildings and a capital little bakery, which
he was very proud of. He cultivated a small plot of ground, where he
grew potatoes and other vegetables and kept a cow, and he possessed
several cats and a couple of fine collie dogs. He gave food--especially
bread--to any traveller passing who needed it, and free quarters for the
night. He showed us a small canoe in which he was in the habit of
paddling himself across the river, and was always ready to obey a call
to any, even distant, station where his services were needed in a case
of illness, death, or marriage. He was a most entertaining host, and we
enjoyed the night we spent with him in his curious and lonely
habitation. We heard that he had suffered some severe domestic calamity,
which drove him to his present lonely life, but he spent his days in
doing all the good that lay in his power, and doubtless many a passing
traveller was the better in more ways than one for meeting the old
recluse.
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