I can find nothing but paradoxes to describe it.

As for fatigue, one's muscles might get tired, and need rest, but the usual depression and weariness attending over-exertion could not exist in such an atmosphere.

One felt like a happy child; pleased at nothing, content to exist where existence was a pleasure.
You could not find more favourable specimens of New Zealand colonists than the two men, Trew and Domville, who stood before us in their working dress of red flannel shirts and moleskin trousers, "Cookham" boots and digger's plush hats.

Three years before this day they had landed at Port Lyttleton, with no other capital than their strong, willing arms, and their sober, sensible heads.

Very different is their appearance to-day from what it was on their arrival; and the change in their position and circumstances is as great.