KIRITERE-MOEATOA.

King Country Chronicle, Volume VI, Issue 487, 31 July 1912, Page 3

KIRITERE-MOEATOA.

Own Correspondent,

Spring is in the air, and before the shy bush flowers have opened their first petals to the warming sun, the song of early morning birds has heralded it from the tree tops of the neighbouring bush. The sudden early morning gush of song of bush birds, tuis and fantails, and their kin, through the vague mists of the coming dawn, is always the most pleasant association of country life. It is a thing of beauty and a pleasant memory for ever. The bush will fade away—the ideal before the practical—at the advance of progress and leave green hills and tilled valleys, humming with the iron song of labour, in its place; but, somehow, and somewhere, the man who has spent the early years of his life in the bush, enduring the hardships thereof will miss something when the dawn breaks over the land when nothing remains to show its first primeval state, and few, alas, to tell of its past sad history. Early lambs will soon be making an appearance in these parts. A good