第20章 CHAPTER V(1)

Ascent of the Waimakiriri--Crossing the River--Gorge--Ascent of the Rangitata--View of M'Kenzie Plains--M'Kenzie--Mount Cook--Ascent of the Hurunui--Col leading to West Coast.

Since my last,I have made another expedition into the back country,in the hope of finding some little run which had been overlooked.I have been unsuccessful,as indeed I was likely to be:still I had a pleasant excursion,and have seen many more glaciers,and much finer ones than on my last trip.This time I went up the Waimakiriri by myself,and found that we had been fully right in our supposition that the Rakaia saddles would only lead on to that river.The main features were precisely similar to those on the Rakaia,save that the valley was broader,the river longer,and the mountains very much higher.I had to cross the Waimakiriri just after a fresh,when the water was thick,and I assure you I did not like it.I crossed it first on the plains,where it flows between two very high terraces,which are from half a mile to a mile apart,and of which the most northern must be,I should think,300feet high.It was so steep,and so covered with stones towards the base,and so broken with strips of shingle that had fallen over the grass,that it took me a full hour to lead my horse from the top to the bottom.I dare say my clumsiness was partly in fault;but certainly in Switzerland Inever saw a horse taken down so nasty a place:and so glad was I to be at the bottom of it,that I thought comparatively little of the river,which was close at hand waiting to be crossed.From the top of the terrace I had surveyed it carefully as it lay beneath,wandering capriciously in the wasteful shingle-bed,and looking like a maze of tangled silver ribbons.I calculated how to cut off one stream after another,but I could not shirk the main stream,dodge it how I might;and when on the level of the river,I lost all my landmarks in the labyrinth of streams,and determined to cross each just above the first rapid I came to.The river was very milky,and the stones at the bottom could not be seen,except just at the edges:I do not know how I got over.I remember going in,and thinking that the horse was lifting his legs up and putting them down in the same place again,and that the river was flowing backwards.In fact I grew dizzy directly,but by fixing my eyes on the opposite bank,and leaving Doctor to manage matters as he chose,somehow or other,and much to my relief,I got to the other side.It was really nothing at all.I was wet only a little above the ankle;but it is the rapidity of the stream which makes it so unpleasant--in fact,so positively hard to those who are not used to it.

On their few first experiences of one of these New Zealand rivers,people dislike them extremely;they then become very callous to them,and are as unreasonably foolhardy as they were before timorous;then they generally get an escape from drowning or two,or else they get drowned in earnest.After one or two escapes their original respect for the rivers returns,and for ever after they learn not to play any unnecessary tricks with them.Not a year passes but what each of them sends one or more to his grave;yet as long as they are at their ordinary level,and crossed with due care,there is no real danger in them whatever.I have crossed and recrossed the Waimakiriri so often in my late trip that I have ceased to be much afraid of it unless it is high,and then I assure you that I am far too nervous to attempt it.

When I crossed it first I was assured that it was not high,but only a little full.

The Waimakiriri flows from the back country out into the plains through a very beautiful narrow gorge.The channel winds between wooded rocks,beneath which the river whirls and frets and eddies most gloriously.

Above the lower cliffs,which descend perpendicularly into the river,rise lofty mountains to an elevation of several thousand feet:so that the scenery here is truly fine.In the river-bed,near the gorge,there is a good deal of lignite,and,near the Kowai,a little tributary which comes in a few miles below the gorge,there is an extensive bed of true and valuable coal.

The back country of the Waimakiriri is inaccessible by dray,so that all the stores and all the wool have to be packed in and packed out on horseback.This is a very great drawback,and one which is not likely to be soon removed.In winter-time,also,the pass which leads into it is sometimes entirely obstructed by snow,so that the squatters in that part of the country must have a harder time of it than those on the plains.They have bush,however,and that is a very important thing.

I shall not give you any full account of what I saw as I went up the Waimakiriri,for were I to do so I should only repeat my last letter.

Suffice it that there is a magnificent mountain chain of truly Alpine character at the head of the river,and that,in parts,the scenery is quite equal in grandeur to that of Switzerland,but far inferior in beauty.How one does long to see some signs of human care in the midst of the loneliness!How one would like,too,to come occasionally across some little auberge,with its vin ordinaire and refreshing fruit!These things,however,are as yet in the far future.As for vin ordinaire,Ido not suppose that,except at Akaroa,the climate will ever admit of grapes ripening in this settlement--not that the summer is not warm enough,but because the night frosts come early,even while the days are exceedingly hot.Neither does one see how these back valleys can ever become so densely peopled as Switzerland;they are too rocky and too poor,and too much cut up by river-beds.