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
"Now, Marion," Mrs. Renshaw said, "we had better go below and tidy up
things a bit. Wil, you may as well come down and help me get the trunks
stowed away under the berths, and put some hooks in for the brush-bags
and other things we have brought; the hooks and gimlet are in my
hand-bag."
Wilfrid assisted to set his mother's cabin in order, and then went to
his own. It was a good-sized cabin, and when the ship was full
accommodated four passengers; but the two upper bunks had now been taken
down, and there was, Wilfrid thought, ample room for two. On his own
bunk were piled his two portmanteaus, a gun-case, a bundle of
fishing-rods, and other odds and ends, and a somewhat similar collection
of luggage was on that opposite. Wilfred read the name on the labels.
"Atherton," he said; "I wonder what he is like. I do hope he will be a
nice fellow."
Scarcely had the thought passed through his mind when a figure appeared
at the cabin door. It was that of a tall stout man, with immensely broad
shoulders. His age Wilfrid guessed to be about thirty-five. He had a
pleasant face, and there was a humorous twinkle in his eye as the lad
looked round in astonishment at the figure completely blocking up the
doorway.
"So you are Renshaw?" the big man said. "I congratulate myself and you
that your dimensions are not of the largest. My name is Atherton, as I
daresay you have seen on my luggage. Suppose we shake hands, Renshaw? It
is just as well to make friends at once, as we have got to put up with
each other for the next five or six months. Of course you are a little
appalled at my size," he went on, as he shook hands with the lad. "Most
people are at first, but nobody is so much appalled as I am myself.
Still it has its amusing side, you know. I don't often get into an
omnibus, because I do not think it is fair; but if I am driven to do so,
and there happen to be five people on each side, the expression of alarm
on those ten faces when I appear at the door is a picture, because it is
manifestly impossible that they can make room for me on either side."
"What do you do, sir?" Wilfrid asked laughing.
"I ask one of them to change sides. That leaves two places vacant, and
as I make a point of paying for two, we get on comfortably enough. It is
fortunate there are only two of us in this cabin. If I have the bad luck
to travel in a full ship I always wait until the others are in bed
before I turn in, and get up in the morning before they are astir; but I
think you and I can manage pretty comfortably."
"Then you have travelled a good deal, sir?" Wilfrid said.
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