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King Country Chronicle, Volume V, Issue 407, 25 October 1911, Page 3

To illustrate his points on the native lands question, MrE. W. Alison, jun., at Devonport, the other evening exhibited two maps—one of the North Island and one of the South Islandon each of which the areas of native lands were painted black. Un the fair surface of the North four and a-half million inky acres showed darkly forth, while just a fly speck of forty thousand acres spotted the otherwise white purity contained in the outline of the Southern sister isle. A voice from the audience challenged the accuracy of the illustration, but Mr Alison assented that the maps had come from authoritative sources, and that in this instance the North war fully as black as it was painted.

An English tourist travelling abroad had passed a restless night. The strange hotel bed,the noise of passing trains, the squealing' of the cats had kept him awake until day dawned, then the crowing of the roosters in the stable yard prolonged his weary wakefulness. At last however, but not until half-past seven o'clock, shimber gained the mastery, and there was a quarter of an hour or so of oblivion; then the tired traveller was aroused by a "bang, bang!" on the bedroom door. "Well, what is it?" he snapped. "A letter, sir," replied the servant. "Will you open the door, sir?" "No —hanged if I do!" exclaimed the traveller. "Slip it, under the door, and I'll get it when I'm up," "Can't do that, sir," replied the servant, anxiously. "Can't? Why not?" "It's on a tray, sir!"