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Motueka Star, Volume II, Issue 65, 28 March 1902, Page 4

Some good lies come from America. A man tells how a boy climbed a bean sialk to see what was at the top, and now cannot get down, because the stalk grows up faster than he can climb down. Two men who tried could not cut the stalk down because it grew so fast that the axe never hit twice in the same place. In a quiet back street in Dublin is the Church of St Michan’s, and in its vaults one see perhaps one of the strangest sights in the country. There lie the bodies of people buried centuries ago, which, owing to some curious preservative properties of the air or soil of that particular place, never decay. Their skins “tan” in a flexible chamoislike leather. The limbs can be moved about with ease, the finger-nails are perfect, and in some cases the features are fairly distinct. This js especially the case with the body of a female infant, which was buried in 1688. There is in another vault another body, said to he that of a Crusader, and in another one said to be that of a brother of King o’Toole .