MAKURI WILDS.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume XVI, Issue 5082, 20 July 1895, Page 2

MAKURI WILDS.

From Our Own Cji respondent Fiiday,

Mr Bruce, of Wellington, kad a rough experience on the Aohonga bridle track recently. He started to rido through to Pongaroa, intending to a.me at that township before dark, but as the main track was knee doep in mud, he tried to find a better one, so lost his bearings, and finally night came on, and Mr Bruce had to camp under a rala,and dream of hot supper, warm looms, and a comfortable bed. At day-break he resumed his journey, and it is not expected that he will tackle a bush track again this winter.

The Aohonga bridle track presents a pitiable spectacle just at present, Dead horses are numerou3,poor hard worked weary animals, thatdesorved a hotter fate than to bo bogged until starved, or strained with "stodging" through the mud, carrying heary packs, or in trying to avoid the bog to slip ou the track side, and dio with broken limbs, Will tho Government take pity on man and beast '{

The Makuris moot a Woodville team, at Woodville, on Wednesday, July 17th. The following will represent the Makuris:—Pull back, R. Tyke ; three-quarters, W. Broughteu, V. Donald, A. G. Smith; halves, R. Broughten, R. Munro; wings, W. Ramsey (captain), H. Lang; forwards, A. Narby, J. 1), Kirk, P. Perry, C, Dampney, f, Dew, N. Willonghby, and R. Terry, Emergencies—J. lorns, J. H. Beny, and L. Malmanche.

The settlers were mildly eicited over the marriage of Mr Parker to Miss Dick, it being the first to take place in the district,

The Chairman of the School Committee, has received several applications for the post of teacher to the Makuri School.

Two of the wild dogs which caused so much damage to the flocks of the settlers of the Upper Makuri, have been destroyed.

Our local J.P., is a keen sports--man and most successful in hunting the wild pig. Onedayquiterecently he was met by a settler, riding along, with a beaming face flushed with success, carrying a livopig in a bag, in front of him on the saddle—at the same time holding piggie's nose, to prevent it from squealing. "Another pig, oh ?" said his friend. "Oh,yes" said he, and then followed a graphic description of the hunt. During the recital, he had looseued his hold on piggie's noso, and a shrill squeak sent the horse prancing, and piggie rolled out of the bag on to the ground, where it laid with its feet secured, sprawling in the mud. "Good gracious, you have got my wife's tame pig there," said the friend. It took sometime to convince our J.P., but by-an&ljye he was seen riding back'to the township with an empty bag and a rneful countenance, and it is advisable not to ask him questions about wild pig hunting! \