Through South Westland : A journey to the Haast and Mount Aspiring New Zealand . ere we had left the horsesby the narrow track. I found here one of theloveliest lace-like ferns I had seen—^full twofeet or more in height, and tapered to the pointfrom ten inches at the base, and was so fine, itwas like a fairy network. It was past elevenoclock, and for nearly two hours we journeyedon. The gorge was narrowing, the mountainsgetting steeper. In some places they were quiteprecipitous, and glorious waterfalls came leapingfrom the rocky heights above. A mid-day restwas called on a grass flat in the ri

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Through South Westland : A journey to the Haast and Mount Aspiring New Zealand . ere we had left the horsesby the narrow track. I found here one of theloveliest lace-like ferns I had seen—^full twofeet or more in height, and tapered to the pointfrom ten inches at the base, and was so fine, itwas like a fairy network. It was past elevenoclock, and for nearly two hours we journeyedon. The gorge was narrowing, the mountainsgetting steeper. In some places they were quiteprecipitous, and glorious waterfalls came leapingfrom the rocky heights above. A mid-day restwas called on a grass flat in the river-bed, wherethe horses could eat their fill. Then on again, and towards evening we were coming down adescent above a clearing. Ted had dismountedto let down some bars, when suddenly I saw smokearising through the trees. I called to him thatsomeone must be camping in front of us. Hesaid nothing audible, but with a perturbed lookwent off to investigate. I followed more slowly.In a little clearing stood a hut no bigger than theBlue River hut, but more dilapidated outwardly—. ^^, ^i^^ fliiii, „iriiii)i li!i [C. A. Tomlimon THE CLARK HUT: WHERE WE PASSED THE NIGHT WITH MOUNT ALEXANDER IN THE BACKGROUND. [109 THE HAAST PASS. 109 for this one had no door at all—Teds head wasinside, and he was gesticulating and enforcingsilence on someone within. I heard the words Lady, Shush—hush ! repeated many times, so I forebore to go on. Presently Teds head waswithdrawn, and an elderly man came out half-dressed, who gave me a scanty greeting, and dis-appeared round the hut. I dismounted, wishingTransome was not so far behind. There was stillsomebody else inside, and that hut could nothold five—at least I hoped I should not be oneof them if it did ! And now the second occupantcame out. He was attired in riding breeches andan old Norfolk jacket, and carried his stockingsin his hand ; he was completely stuck over with biddies —the hateful little hooked seeds ofa species of acsena, that