Maori and Settler: A Story of The New Zealand WarHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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Maori and Settler: A Story of The New Zealand War
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Māori (New Zealand people) -- Juvenile fiction; New Zealand -- History -- Juvenile fiction
Long before Mr. and Mrs. Renshaw moved into the house, Wilfrid, whose
labours were now less severe, had paid his first visit to Mr. Atherton's
hut. He was at once astonished and delighted with it. It contained
indeed but the one room, sixteen feet square, but that room had been
made one of the most comfortable dens possible. There was no flooring,
but the ground had been beaten until it was as hard as baked clay, and
was almost covered with rugs and sheep-skins; a sort of divan ran round
three sides of it, and this was also cushioned with skins. The log walls
were covered with cow-hides cured with the hair on, and from hooks and
brackets hung rifles, fishing-rods, and other articles, while horns and
other trophies of the chase were fixed to the walls.
While the Renshaws had contented themselves with stoves, Mr. Atherton
had gone to the expense and trouble of having a great open fireplace,
with a brick chimney outside the wall. Here, even on the hottest day,
two or three logs burnt upon old-fashioned iron dogs. On the wall above
was a sort of trophy of oriental weapons. Two very large and comfortable
easy chairs stood by the side of the hearth, and in the centre of the
room stood an old oak table, richly carved and black with age. A
book-case of similar age and make, with its shelves well filled with
standard works, stood against the one wall unoccupied by the divan.
Wilfrid stood still with astonishment as he looked in at the door, which
Mr. Atherton had himself opened in response to his knock.
"Come in, Wilfrid. As I told you yesterday evening I have just got
things a little straight and comfortable."
"I should think you had got them comfortable," Wilfrid said. "I should
not have thought that a log cabin could have been made as pretty as
this. Why, where did you get all the things? Surely you can never have
brought them all with you?"
"No, indeed," Mr. Atherton laughed; "the greatest portion of them are
products of the country. There was no difficulty in purchasing the
skins, the arms, and those sets of horns and trophies. Books and a few
other things I brought with me. I have a theory that people very often
make themselves uncomfortable merely to effect the saving of a pound or
two. Now, I rather like making myself snug, and the carriage of all
those things did not add above five pounds to my expenses."
"But surely that table and book-case were never made in New Zealand?"
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