NEAR AND FAR

Rotorua Morning Post, Volume 1, Issue 132, 27 January 1932, Page 4

NEAR AND FAR

Not Understood, To rescue with the knowledge of the owner a lamh from drowriing and then to be driven off the property by an irate far..ier's wife was the ironicai experience of two men out rabbit shooting on thej banks of a Southland river. during last week-end. As the sportsmen were keeping -their eyes open for the first unwriry rabbit to show itself, their atten^ion, was directed to a lamh in dire danger of drowning in the river. Without waste of time they se.t to work to rescue the forlorn creature, and after imich panting and shoving this was eventually achieved. With swelling chesfe as the result of their humane action, they watched the lamh set "off frantically towards its mother and long overdue rneal, then they proceeded on their way. They did npt get far, how- 1 ever, before they encountered trouhle in ;a very angry woman, who wanted to know what they wejre doing shooting on the property and endangering the lives of stoclc. There was no opportunity to explain • how they had just saved a lamb fromi drowning. The men simply (and..probably wisely, according to male opinion) hent their heads to the storm and retraced their steps, in the words of, the well known old poem, "Not Understood." Teeming with Food. , , "Cheap Tucker," writing to a Southern contemporary on the subject .of food for the unemployed, says: "I am trying to sell eight head of dairy cows at £1 each as I have no food for them. I shall probably be lucky if someone takes them off my place as a gift. There are numbers of other people in the district in the same positiori as ihyself. Could not the Government or somebody get hold of all these unsaleable animals and sell them to the unemployed at a small price? With such a quantity of cheap food in sight, it seejns to me we are a long way from starving. Then again, you "eari go to any slaughter yard and get sheep's and bullock's heads for nothing. I feed my fowls on yesterday's bread, which I huy from my baker at a, small price, because, as he says, people will not buy stale bread to eat. New Zealand teems with good food. Rabbits, cattle, shdep, deer, fish — toris of it going to waste. We cannot all eat the 'prime cuts,' but there are heaps else to make out on if it can only be arranged for."