And there was a ten-foot reed with a flowing suit of what looked like yellow hair hanging from its upper end.

I do not know its name, but if there is such a thing as a scalp-plant, this is it.

A romantic gorge, with a brook flowing in its bottom, approaching Palmerston North.
Waitukurau.

Twenty minutes for luncheon.

With me sat my wife and daughter, and my manager, Mr.Carlyle Smythe.