A tripto New Guinea by way of Australia.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume VIII, Issue 2385, 28 August 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)

A tripto New Guinea by way of Australia.

(By an old Mastkrtonian),

(Continued).

I was welcomed buck to Sydney by airold New Zealand friend of mine who thought I' had' died of fever in North Queensland, there having been so many deaths from that cause, and I can fancy how many will be glad to get back to New Zealand from Kimberly. I have had » taste of that climate,' and with all my abstemious' ness and a good constitution, did not escape and was always glad to get on the sea and to feel the balmy trade winds,: As to the mosquitoes I could always guard against them as I carried a not about with tne, a • simple contrivaiuje a hoop at the top. Many a time'at'shn down Tliav'e had to turn In with my .book and candle inside of it. From the deck ,of the Bonito I had a quick transit, t<i tfi'e backs :of some young Wood horses my friend in Sydney had. From a,sailor to a horse breaker all in a day i! 1 1- found it easier to steer the Bonito than the hortes. I had many rides round beautiful bays of Sydney,'which are dotted by charming villas of the Sydney aristocracy. Longing again to'breathe the bracing air of New Zealand, my- adopted country, ■ i took passage in one ot the Union Company's boots for Auckland, We left Sydney on a Thursday evening, and on the following Monday morning we were, running past, the Three Kings a jagged or uneven lot of rocks. At noon we;were in Auckland. During the passage two beautiful blood yearling; horses that Iliad an interest in were thrown overboard, the passage Wing too rough for them, Coming .from gay, lively Sydney into quiet Auckland, a ohill came over me both mental and physical, I had not beon in Auckland long, when I was contriving to visit the hot lake country. 1 was awoke from my dreams of it by the.apparent loud booming of gnus, and in a few days all my dreams of seeing the beautiful pink and white , terraces had vanished for ever, From Wanganull went to Wellington in the Storm Bird, and how she did pitch when we got in the Straits, like a bucking horse only to my idea the one is a more pleasing sensation than the other. This was the only rough sea 1 had experienced since I left, but it was short and sweet, and I had no; sooner sniffed the Rimutaka breezes than fresh vigor and life possessed me, No stimulant waß ever concocted by man to equal it, , How oft did I wish for a breath of New Zealand air and a drink of its cooling waters in the tropics J have been, where money could buy beer, hut not water. And so I got back to Masterton again, tho old familiar place, where I have spent the most of my .colonial life, the place in all my travels in which I had decided to settle'. My, impressions of the town and people on my return, I will endeavor to giro on a future ocoasion.