Faces in the Fire: And Other Fancies (Classic Reprint)

It was a chilling experience, that first glimpse of New Zealand i Hour after hour the great ship held on her way up the Cook Straits amidst scenery that made me shudder and that scowled me out of countenance. Rugged, massive, inhospitable, and bare, how sternly those wild and mountainous landscapes contrasted with the quiet beauty that I had surveyed from the same decks as the ship had dropped down Channel i I shaded my eyes with my hands and swept the strange horizon at every point, but nowhere could I see a sign of habitation no man; no beast; no sheltering roof; no winding road; no welcoming colimm of smoke I And when, in the twilight of that still autunm evening, I at length descended the gangway, and set foot for the first time on the land of my adoption, I found myself twelve thousand miles from home in a country in which not a soul knew me, and in which I knew no single soul. It was not an exhilarating sensation. That was on March ii, 1895 twenty-one years ago to-night.
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