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 proceeded manfully and had accomplished about half the distance when
Cook, who had been exhibiting signs of weariness, suddenly "sat down in
his tracks," and asked for some grog, which was given him. This revived
him somewhat, and we again got under weigh, keeping him in the rear, but
after a little while he again succumbed, and said he could go no
further. He was quite happy, only looked a bit dazed, said he was tired
and sleepy, and begged us to go on, and send a man and horse for him.
This was what we feared. He was too far gone to remember that a horse
could not walk where we had come. There was nothing for it but to carry,
or assist him as best we could, and keep him moving, for if we had left
him he would have frozen dead in half an hour. With this fear we
received new strength, and two by two, we half carried and half dragged
him for some distance when we were met by the hut keeper, and the
remaining station hand, an old man, by name Darby--who, as agreed, had
left to seek us, fearing some accident. With this additional assistance
Cook was carried the remaining distance, and laid, now quite asleep, on
a cot, where we rubbed his extremities with snow, till circulation
returned, and then let him sleep, which he did, and indeed which we all
did, until very late the following day.
The same winter a sad accident occurred on a run south of Canterbury,
belonging to two brothers, by name, I think, McKenzie. They went alone
to visit their sheep in the snow, and when returning, the elder got
tired and could not proceed. He contentedly sat down, desiring his
brother to go on to the station and send him assistance. The latter,
fearing nothing, left him, and when the assistance arrived the man was
found dead.
The close of winter was now coming on, and the snow was fast thawing
from the mountains, while the river flats were almost clear where drifts
had not formed. With the thaw the Rangitata came down in great volume, a
sea of yellow foaming water a quarter of a mile in width.
During the time we were snowed up the mob of horses came almost every
day to the stock yard for rock salt and we now took the opportunity to
retain three, as the ground was clear enough for riding. I had brought
with me from Christchurch a new purchase in the form of a big rawboned
gelding, fresh off board ship from Melbourne, and had turned him to
graze with the other horses on the run. He was now in splendid
condition.
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