Image from page 49 of “Through South Westland : A journey to the Haast and Mount Aspiring New Zealand” (1900)
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Title: Through South Westland : A journey to the Haast and Mount Aspiring New Zealand
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Moreland, A. Maud
Publisher: London : Whitcomb & Tombs
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Internet Archive
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a pea, which he had linked togetherwith gold rings. Surely that is very valuable,I said. May be a matter o fifteen pounds, hereplied, but I would not part with it for that andmore. Beside the house the brawling Taipo riversweeps down from the hills, where they said therewas still much gold, could it but be found.Taipo was the embodiment of peace—a place toslumber in, for since the railway was made, fewerand fewer seem to care to spend their time as wewere doing: the towns are the attraction for thecountry dwellers. We left it to its sleep, feelinghost, servitor, and inn would soon all be atrest. As evening drew on we entered a country whichhas been utterly changed by gold mining. Hillshave been torn down, valleys have been made ;the whole countryside was a series of scars andfurrows on a gigantic scale. Desolation spread around in blackened tree-stumps and heaps of stones, the mangled remainsof what had been once the virgin bush. But itwas all still and silent. Rude wooden tramways
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OTIRA:THE SUX-FLECKED WOODLAXD WAY. [13 THEOUGH THE OTIRA. 13 still ran among the hills, and broken sheds therewere, and sometimes a rusty engine ; but thediggers had moved across the river, and wemet no one. The vaUey below us lay in a mist like thin bluesmoke, through wliich the tree-tops pierced likedomes and spires ; high above the evening shadowstwo snowy domes were touched wdth rose andsaffron. But the light soon faded, and our roadwoiuid down between the blackened tree-stumpsto a forlorn little mining town of wretched woodenhouses. It was caUed Dilhnanstown, and seemedto be aU saloons and pubs, and these mostly shutup. Vainly we looked among them for anythingtliat seemed to promise a nights shelter. \Vlienwe asked for such, the men and women at thecorner of the street stared at us increduously.Then they consulted together, and one sent for hiswife, who appeared at the door with a baby in herarms. Giving us one look, she remarked shortly : Its Kumara they want. This isnt Kumara
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