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Poverty Bay Standard, Volume XI, Issue 1299, 22 March 1883, Page 2

z\n exchange says :—Thames people stared mightily at the Hon. John Bryce, but said nothing. In Waimea West, Nelson, where hopgrowing is carried on to a large extent, there is a very busy scene just now, picking in all the gardens being in full operation. We (Nelson Mail) were told of a woman and her two children (she had four in the field, but one was told off to look after the baby) who had on that day picked 91 bushels, which at 3.1 d per bushel would give the nice little sum of £1 fis fid for the day’s work. “ And this, or something like it,” said one of the pickers, “is going on for three weeks more.”

Probably one of the most laughable sights ever seen on a cricket ground occurrea in Wellington lately. Everyone that is in the habit of this recreation ground has, no, doubt noticed an old grey horse—one that a crack of a whip has no effect upon, and lets out with his hind legs when attempted to be driven by anyone but his master. Yesterday, while he was quietly grazing, one of the players hit the ball towards the animal, which rolled and stopped between its forelegs. Long field-off rushed after the leather but the horse would not allow him to pick it up. All this time the batsmen were running. Some men called out to the man after the ball to sing out “ lost ball,” but his conscience would not allow him to do so when the ball was just in front of him. At last he followed the horse’s example ami kicked the quadruped in the ribs. This had the desired effect, but not before several runs had been scored. -N. Z. T ■ .