Identifier: throughsouthwes00more (find matches)
Title: Through south Westland, a journey to the Haast and Mount Aspiring, New Zealand
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Moreland, A. Maud
Subjects: Westland, N.Z. (County)
Publisher: London Witherby
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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tch, and then a bit ofroad, leading past an old byre and a yard, to alittle cottage on a green slope. It might, indeed, have been a Highland croftershome—only built of boards instead of stone. Aroom had been added as it was wanted to the end,but the original dwelling, with its little green porchand window to one side, was just as when Mr.Macpherson built it for his wife ; and here theyhave lived for nine years, and the children knowno other home. A path led up to the door through a plot enclosedby a rude fence, anda few flowers showed an attemptat a garden ; and a little higher up the hill wasanother enclosure with currants and gooseberries. Just here the mountains fell back, so that thewestern sun shone always full on the cottage ;the river made a wide loop, partly encircling therough ground about the house, which was coveredwith short, green grass. Dismounting, I went up to the door and knocked.Great was the astonishment of the lady whoopened to me ! A visitor was so rare an event
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THE LONE SHIELING. (167 THE SHIELING. 167 that the four children flocked round, staring withall their eyes, but my welcome was of the heartiest.Mrs. Macpherson seized my hand, ana drew meforcibly into the room, as though she thought Imight vanish if she did not hold me fast. She setthe children to wash up and prepare tea and sconesfor us, and while she rocked her seven-weeks-oldbaby, talked to me and to the children sixteen tothe dozen ! At length I was able to explain to her what wewanted. Yes, bread and butter, milk andcream, she could give in plenty—meat they rarelyhad, and the hens were not doing well; but shewould save all the eggs for us during our stay.The little boy ran out and brought in four, just newlaid. He was a solemn little man, but his sisterswere rosy-faced, pleasant little lasses, alwayslaughing, and already able to do most of the workfor their mother— and milk, too, as she toldme with pride. Her husband works for Govern-ment at road-making, and is often away a f

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