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 weather  is  cold  they  sleep  tliere.  They  eat,  however,  and  
 pass  their  time  in  the open part in  front. 
 My  guides  having  finished  their pipes, we  continued  our  
 walk.  The  path  led  through  the  same undulating  country,  
 the whole  uniformly  clothed  as  before with  fern.  On  our  
 right hand,  we  had  a  serpentine  river,  the banks  of which  
 were  fringed with  trees,  and  here  and  there  on  the hill-sides  
 there were clumps  of wood.  The whole  scene,  in  spite  of its  
 green  colour, bore  rather  a desolate  aspect.  The  sight  of  so  
 much  fern  impresses  the  mind  with  an  idea  of  sterility.  
 This, however,  is not  the  case;  for wherever  the  fern  grows  
 thick and breast-high, the land by tillage becomes productive.  
 Some  of  the  residents,  with  much  probability  think  that  
 all  this  extensive  open  country was  originally  covered with  
 forests,  and  that  it  has  been  cleared  by  the  aid  of  fire.  
 I t  is  said  that by digging  in  the  barest  spots,  lumps  of  the  
 kind  of resin which  flows  from  the kauri pine,  are  frequently  
 found.  The  natives  had  an  evident motive  in  thus  clearing  
 the  country;  for  in  such parts  the fern,  formerly so staple an  
 article of food,  flourishes best.  The  almost  entire absence of  
 associated grasses,  which  forms  so  remarkable  a  feature  in  
 the  vegetation of this  island,  may perhaps he  accounted  for,  
 by  the  open  parts being  the work  of man,  while nature had  
 designed  the  country for forest land. 
 The  soil  is  volcanic;  in  several  parts  we  passed  over  
 slaggy  and  vesicular  lavas,  and  the  form  of  a  crater  could  
 clearly be  distinguished  in  several  of  the  neighbouring hills.  
 Although  the  scenery  is  nowhere  beautiful,  and  only  occasionally  
 pretty,  I  enjoyed my walk.  I  should have  enjoyed  
 it more, if my companion,  the  chief, had not possessed  extraordinary  
 conversational  powers.  I  only knew  three words ;  
 “ good,”  “ bad,” and  “ yes:”  and  with  these  I  answered  all  
 his  remarks,  without  of  course  having understood  one word  
 he  said.  This,  however,  was  quite  sufficient:  I was  a  good  
 listener,  an  agreeable  person,  and  he  never  ceased  talking  
 to me. 
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 At  length  we  reached  Waimate.  After  having  passed  
 over  so  many miles  of  an  uninhabited  useless  country,  the  
 sudden  appearance  of  an  English  farm-house,  and  its weU-  
 dressed fields, placed  there  as  if by an  enchanter’s wand, was  
 exceedingly  pleasing.  Mr. Williams  not  being  at  home,  I  
 received  in  Mr. Davies’s  house  a  cordial  and  pleasant welcome. 
   After drinking  tea with  his  family party,  we  took  a  
 stroll  about  the  farm.  At  Waimate  there  are  three  large  
 houses,  where  the  missionary gentlemen  Messrs. Williams,  
 Davies, and Clarke, reside ;  and near them are the huts of the  
 native  labourers.  On  an  adjoining  slope fine crops  of barley  
 and wheat in full ear were standing;  and, in another part, fields  
 of potatoes  and  clover.  But  I  cannot  attempt to describe all  
 I saw;  there were large gardens, with every fruit and vegetable  
 which  England  produces ;  and  many belonging  to  a warmer  
 clime.  I may instance, asparagus, kidney beans,  cucumbers,  
 rhubarb,  apples, pears,  figs, peaches,  apricots,  grapes,  olives,  
 gooseberries,  currants,  hops,  gorze  for  fences,  and  English  
 oaks;  also many different kinds of flowers.  Around the farmyard  
 there were  stables,  a  thrashing-barn with  its winnowing  
 machine,  a blacksmith’s  forge,  and  on  the  ground  ploughshares  
 and  other  to o ls:  in  the  middle was  that  happy mixture  
 of pigs  and poultry,  which may be  seen  so  comfortably  
 lying  together in  every English  farm-yard.  At  the  distance  
 of  a  few  hundred yards,  where  the water  of  a  little  rill was  
 dammed  up  into  a  pool,  a  large  and  substantial water-mill  
 had  been  erected. 
 All this  is  very  surprising, when it is considered,  that five  
 years  ago,  nothing  but  the  fern  flourished here.  Moreover,  
 native workmanship,  taught by the missionaries, has  effected  
 this change :—the lesson of the missionaiy is  the  enchanter’s  
 wand.  The house has been built, the windows framed, the fields  
 ploughed,  and  even  the  trees  grafted,  by  the New Zealander.  
 At the  mill,  a  New Zealander  may be  seen powdered white  
 with flour, like his brother miller in England.  When I looked  
 at  this  whole  scene,  I  thought  it  admirable.  It  was  not  
 merely  that  England was  vividly brought  before  my mind ;