Part 74 (1/2)

”I think so.”

”This very province where the MACQUARIE'S wreck has deposited us.”

”Exactly. We have landed a few miles above Kawhia harbor, where the Maori flag is probably still floating.”

”Then our most prudent course would be to keep toward the north,”

remarked Glenarvan.

”By far the most prudent,” said Paganel. ”The New Zealanders are incensed against Europeans, and especially against the English.

Therefore let us avoid falling into their hands.”

”We might have the good fortune to fall in with a detachment of European troops,” said Lady Helena.

”We may, Madam,” replied the geographer; ”but I do not expect it.

Detached parties do not like to go far into the country, where the smallest tussock, the thinnest brushwood, may conceal an accomplished marksman. I don't fancy we shall pick up an escort of the 40th Regiment.

But there are mission-stations on this west coast, and we shall be able to make them our halting-places till we get to Auckland.”

CHAPTER VIII ON THE ROAD TO AUCKLAND

ON the 7th of February, at six o'clock in the morning, the signal for departure was given by Glenarvan. During the night the rain had ceased.

The sky was veiled with light gray clouds, which moderated the heat of the sun, and allowed the travelers to venture on a journey by day.

Paganel had measured on the map a distance of eighty miles between Point Kawhia and Auckland; it was an eight days' journey if they made ten miles a day. But instead of following the windings of the coast, he thought it better to make for a point thirty miles off, at the confluence of the Waikato and the Waipa, at the village of Ngarnavahia.

The ”overland track” pa.s.ses that point, and is rather a path than a road, practicable for the vehicles which go almost across the island, from Napier, in Hawke's Bay, to Auckland. From this village it would be easy to reach Drury, and there they could rest in an excellent hotel, highly recommended by Dr. Hochstetter.

The travelers, each carrying a share of the provisions, commenced to follow the sh.o.r.e of Aotea Bay. From prudential motives they did not allow themselves to straggle, and by instinct they kept a look-out over the undulating plains to the eastward, ready with their loaded carbines.

Paganel, map in hand, took a professional pleasure in verifying the minutest details.

The country looked like an immense prairie which faded into distance, and promised an easy walk. But the travelers were undeceived when they came to the edge of this verdant plain. The gra.s.s gave way to a low scrub of small bushes bearing little white flowers, mixed with those innumerable tall ferns with which the lands of New Zealand abound. They had to cut a path across the plain, through these woody stems, and this was a matter of some difficulty, but at eight o'clock in the evening the first slopes of the Hakarihoata Ranges were turned, and the party camped immediately. After a fourteen miles' march, they might well think of resting.

Neither wagon or tent being available, they sought repose beneath some magnificent Norfolk Island pines. They had plenty of rugs which make good beds. Glenarvan took every possible precaution for the night. His companions and he, well armed, were to watch in turns, two and two, till daybreak. No fires were lighted. Barriers of fire are a potent preservation from wild beasts, but New Zealand has neither tiger, nor lion, nor bear, nor any wild animal, but the Maori adequately fills their place, and a fire would only have served to attract this two-footed jaguar.

The night pa.s.sed pleasantly with the exception of the attack of the sand-flies, called by the natives, ”ngamu,” and the visit of the audacious family of rats, who exercised their teeth on the provisions.

Next day, on the 8th of February, Paganel rose more sanguine, and almost reconciled to the country. The Maories, whom he particularly dreaded, had not yet appeared, and these ferocious cannibals had not molested him even in his dreams. ”I begin to think that our little journey will end favorably. This evening we shall reach the confluence of the Waipa and Waikato, and after that there is not much chance of meeting natives on the way to Auckland.”

”How far is it now,” said Glenarvan, ”to the confluence of the Waipa and Waikato?”

”Fifteen miles; just about what we did yesterday.”

”But we shall be terribly delayed if this interminable scrub continues to obstruct our path.”

”No,” said Paganel, ”we shall follow the banks of the Waipa, and then we shall have no obstacle, but on the contrary, a very easy road.”

”Well, then,” said Glenarvan, seeing the ladies ready, ”let us make a start.”

During the early part of the day, the thick brushwood seriously impeded their progress. Neither wagon nor horses could have pa.s.sed where travelers pa.s.sed, so that their Australian vehicle was but slightly regretted. Until practicable wagon roads are cut through these forests of scrub, New Zealand will only be accessible to foot pa.s.sengers.