were very polite and genteel, but all had the pronunciation which seems so queer to us. I have seen no golf here, but I am rarely out of sight of a tennis court; that seems to be the universal game. . . . The New Zealand government has been so successful in business that it is now branching out; it is operating a tourist agency in opposition to Thos. Cook & Son, who have offices all over the world. People living off the main lines of travel cannot realize how valuable travelers are. In Europe, many cities devote millions of dollars to securing tourist travel, and find that it pays. Paris spends millions annually in this way, and rival cities are lately doing a good deal in the same direction; it is generally said that Berlin is now a rival of Paris in attractions for travelers. At this little town of Rotorua, a train-load of tourists arrives every day, and without them the town would not amount to much.
Friday, January 17.—In Rotorua, a great deal is
made of the native women who act as guides. One
hears of Maggie, the guide, before reaching the town,
but we did not see her; she became so famous that an
Englishman married her, and she is now living unhappily
in London. But there are many others here,
for the profession is easily learned; after one trip
through the geyser field, I am certain I would be competent
to act as a guide. The native woman who accompanied
us pointed out several holes where people
had fallen in and lost their lives. She says that when
a man falls in a hot pool, he disappears, and nothing
