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The island is a small, irregular, octo
pus shaped piece of mountain top rising
out of the Southern Pacific, its ten
tacles reaching out in all directions,
forming two or three splendid harbors
of refuge for whale ships of former
years, and many beautiful bays for the
pleasure seekers of today. It is direct
ly south of the south island of New
Zealand. At one time it was known as
the "South Island," the geography of
the colony being classified as the North,
Middle and South Islands. Since New
Zealand has begun to receive notice
from parliamentarians she has redressed
her geography and caused this little
spot to be jilted by her bigger brothers.
Two hours in the Theresa Ward tug
boat from the Bluff lands the passenger
in a more or less compact form on the
wharf at a little place called Oban.
When the sea is at rest the journey is a
pleasant one, but to run a mere tug
where the sea is usually a turbulent ex
panse certainly reflects some discredit
on the business alertness of the coun
try. There are two kinds of business
men. One kind are made like manu
factured articles, the other kind make.
Circumstances make the one kind, the
other kind make circumstances. One
waits and is drawn or left behind, the
other kind goes on ahead—pulls—and
succeeds gloriously or fails heroically.
The latter create the demand. He
builds railroads into vast stretches and
bids for the people—and usually gets
them. He is the kind of stuff new
countries are made of and is not absent
in the colony recently named the Do
minion of New Zealand. But he evi
dently had not been digging around
Foveaux Strait. Since this seems to be
true I hope the people will not be slow
in demanding better accommodations.
It is not an unusual thing for passen
gers to suffer to the limit of endurance
on this trip. The writer was standing
on the upper deck and with perfect reg
ularity of time, as the snout of the boat
broke into the side of an approaching
wave, a sheet of water would cover the
entire hulk and not an inconsiderable
portion find its way down his back.
Seasick men and women lay below on
the deck under the cover of the upper
deck but soaking in salt water. Our
trip is graphically described by the
Dunedin Star of February 19, 1907, as
follows:
"So much for the cost of the trip, but
what about the tug? Here, at present
lies the one great drawback which hin
ders many from going to Stewart Island.
I have heard of several complaints of
the pranks played by the Theresa Ward
when crossing the veritable malestrom,
Foveaux Strait, but none have or could
be exaggerated. Given a fine day, the
sail of two hours to the island is a regu
lar pleasure trip, but otherwise—and it
is usually otherwise—the passage is not
one readily forgotten. The trip of
Wednesday Deo. 26,1906, was one of the
worst. Messrs. Hamilton and Garmong
of mission fame, with a party of some
thirty-three others, were on board. As
the Theresa Ward steamed out into the
stormy strait, but yet while in com
paratively shelter water, this happy
band cheerily sang a hymn (no doubt
w«U known to the many Dunedinites),
"Keep your hearts singing all the while,
Make the world brighter with a smile."
"Gradually as the tug entered the
stormy water, the lusty tones grew
fainter—the sweet birds grew more
pensive, but still struggled bravely to
make the world brighter with painful
sickly smiles. One by one they dropped
on the deck. Mr. Hamilton was seen to
hug the galley chimney most affection
ately, while the passengers, and even
some of the crew were utterly pros
trated, lying about the deck in every
direction. "Twas a merciful providence
kept them from being washed over
board. The Theresa Ward next began
to get in some of her fine work in the
shape of shipping water. There was
absolutely no shelter anywhere from the
masses of water that tumbled on deck.
Every passenger was soaked to the
skin. But the weary two hours came to
an end at last, and when the powerful
but wicked little tug made fast to the
ff wharf at Obau the pleasure seekers
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Two Trips Around the World
BY O. HAMILTON
Under the Southern Cross.
STBWABT'S ISLAND.
was At the close of months of
strenuous labor. For six months I
had been speaking erery night and
busy every day. Only speakers with a
burning message know the nerve fuel
required and used in a constant cam
paign. We longed for the quiet haunts
and were happy when my singer and I
were informed that more than thirty
people had planned together to give us
an interesting recreation and vacation
on Stewart's Island. Bo! for the ideal
summer resort. The air seemed fresh
er, our footsteps lighter. We dreamed
of unconventional things—could hear
the forest birds in advance and recall
ed the bracing air altitude where moun
tain sheep had basked in the sunshine,
pleasures we had enjoyed in former
days.
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Naturally the surroundings furnish
the material for this, as well as all
other chapters in my travels, but to the
habitant in the great island reaches of
largo continents, what I have to depict
here from a small mountain top many
parts of which is but a little above sea
level with roaring waves on all sides,
should prove most interesting and of
some profit.
First, the native. The native, as with
all the south sea islandets, is of a dark
hue. He is the same as the Maori of
the mainland, the finest specimen phy
sically and intellectually of all former
ly savage people. He is the cannibal of
three quarters of a century ago, the
oivilian of today. The mothers among
the women wear tattooing on the upper
and lower lip and chin. Tattoo work
on men's faces indicate rank. The face
ot a king is completely covered with de
signs worked into the skin. There are
several theories as to their origin one
of which is that they are of Greek de
scent. If so they wandered or drifted in
this direction as lost seamen before
reaching New Zealand shores. There
is a legend among them of a wandering
band centuries ago accidentally touch
ing these shores, and in which there is a
graphic account of the entire number
being on the point of starvation wheu
New Zealand shores were sighted.
There is a ghastly picture in the Art
Gallery of Auckland, picturing flat
ohested, gaunt faced, dark skinned men
and women leaning forward in their
lavishly carved canoes, with an insane
joy expressed on their faces for they,
after searching so long in vain, had
sighted land. They have resonant
voices and many wax eloquent in public
speech. One, at least, has distinguished
his race in winning a place in the
House of Parliament of the colony.
Until recently—the sad paragraph in
the history of most native races were
dieing out, but at present, for explain
able reasons are increasing. Those of
Stewart's Island in their undisturbed
haunts lived chiefly on raw fish and mut
ton birds and the roots of native trees.
One would hardly think these peaceable
people, within the time of people now
living, ate human flesh. I met Maggie,
the famous guide among the boiling
lakes, buried spas, steamescapea and
geysers of|Rotorua and Whakarewarewa
three years ago. Showing Mr. Wil
kinson and I a petrified, bowl-shaped
formation, now called the "Brain Pot,"
said she: "We cooked the brain of the
prince of another tribe in this, but,
(with much assurance) we don't do that
way any more." We ventured that we
were thankful for the information.
The white population of the island
numbers about two hundred, many of
whom have never been off the place.
Oystering, fishing, mutton-birding and
sawmilling are the only occupation of
these contented people confined to but
a speck on the.map.
This region presents a category of
fauna extremely curious to an in
lander. Our camp was pitched on
Butterfield Beach, a half moon shore.
From one point of the bay we saw, the
third day, a sea lion swimming-in from
the open sea. At another time an un
wary sea penguin swam ashore, and
while Bitting asleep on a shady nook,
was caught by one of the women of our
party. What a delight to the Natural
ist out among bell-birds, mutton birds,
"weka" hens, tuis, seagull?, penquins,
sea lions, sharks and whales.
The sea gull, some species is, of
course, found along nearly all coasts in
all parts of the world.
The Penguin is a bird that lives
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struggled to their feet—at least those
who could. Many had to be rubbed to
life again, and even some of the mission
band found it neccessary to partake of
brandy (a bit of sarcasm-writer) before
they could again venture to make the
world brighter with a smile. The
journey back to those who returned was
even worse, some of the passengers
having to be carried ashore on stretch
ers."
As a point of psychology probably
the islands beauty is intensified after
such a trip. But a small part of God's
green earth, it is to become the most
idea of summer resorts to the jaded
city dwellers of New Zealand. On the
beach of one of the bays described
above, our camp was pitched, eight
tents and a rudely constructed table,
partly shaded, in the center of White
City. Over the ridges from bay to bay,
broad well kept paths have been con
structed by the government, making the
shore line on the eastern side easily
accessable to the tourist. Besides, two
trips by boat are recommended one, a
fourteen mile trip up Patterson Inlet
which reaches well into the interior of
the island the other leads out into
Foveaux Strait and westward for ten
miles where passengers are landed for
a climb to the top of Mt. Antlem, from
which point the observer can see over
the entire island and for miles to sea in
all directions. The former trip includes
a trip to the most southern post office in
the world.
the sea, and feeds on fish. In the place
of wings it has flippers (soaled) like a
seal. On land it stands as erect as a
soldier, but walks more awkwardly.
Great families of them make their homes
on lonely rocks and bits of land moun
tain tops that protrude above the sur
face of the ••_. There they congregate
by the thousands during brooding and
moulting seasons, during the latter sea
son standing around on some hillock
like cholera fowls. In such isolated
places a man can walk into their midst
and with a short club slay them after
the success of Samson. On lonely rocks
this is even true of the winged birds
of the deep, clubbing them as a
flock comes swooping down to inspect
you as something new upon the scene.
The Tui, or Parson bird, is indiginous
to New Zealand and nearby islands.
As common as the wrens of central
United States are they among the bush
and gorgeous ferns or the south sea
islands. The name is suggested from
the fact that while it is a jet black
with a bluish tinge on the wing tips,
there are two white feathers on the
under side of the neck, one laying each
way having the appearance of a white
necktie.
Along the shore from our camp to the
second tentacle or peninsula, protrud
ing into the sea on our right, we found
one of the abiding places of the mutton
birds. They are among the protected
birds. All along they were the favorite
meat of the Maories and now during
open season they feed upon them by
wholesale. The meat is tender and has
the taste of fish. They live along shore
in holes burrowed deep in the ground
and it is here where the eggs are
deposited. A singular fact is that all
mutton birds lay their eggs on a certain
day of the year. A search for eggs the
day before would be of no avail, and the
day following would be rewarded lib
erally. Mutton bird island is about
twenty-five miles south of here where
there is a family of untold numbers.
The natives skin them and preserve
by placing them in bags mado by split
ing open the sea weed growing along
the coast. There is a disinclination
to buy of natives for the reason that
natives are consumptives and after the
bird is placed in the sea leaf bag,
they blow the bag full of breath
and close the opening. The meat how
ever is a real delicacy and is as pop
ular here as Okoboji frog legs are among
some Americans.
A curiosity is the "Weka" (native)
hen. Like the slender-beaked Kiwi, it
has not the vestige of a wing. The
feathers are almost like hair. A laugh
able characteristic is its forward way
with strangers. Its abnormal inquis
itiveness reminds me of a child who
would put its hands in the fire to see
how it feels. They are found in heavy
underbrush and about accumulations of
old branches and logs. They make a
peculiar and shrill noise. Whistle at
them and they will at once begin to
work their way out into the path or
open space to see yon and form your
acquaintance. With faces turned to
one side and upward their full black
eyes look up at you seemingly to say:
"You are something new." Approach
them and they will duck themselves
into the bush and seclude themselves
from your view. It does not last long.
They are unable to endure either silence
or seclusion as long as you are about.
They are as curious as women. They
are swift runners, but inquisitiveness
dooms them. Their cleverness is in
thieving. Their weakness is for some
thing bright such as diamonds or gold
watches, chains or charms. Like women
in this respect. They have been known
to sneak into camps when the parties
were out and drag watch-chains and
vests, and when found were still at
their task dragging the find into the
bush. Having learned a native trick,
once while on an exploit into the brush
we attracted the attention of some
wekas, which immediately began to call
out at us. We were returning to the
camp and it was about ten o'clock at
night. The moon shone dimly through
the trees. I whistled gently. Miss
"Weka" slowly, stopping at intervals,
came out into the path ahead. I stood
still and by degrees she came closer. I
had previously prepared for such an
event by tacking a red cloth to a ten
foot pole and now shook it briskly at it
stepping slowly from it at the same
time. The bird advanced rapidly upon
its retreating enemy and began to fight
the red rag vehemently! Then one of
the party held out slowly another pole
longer than mine with a strong cord
slipknot loop on the end. The loop was
successfully placed over the head and
drawn quickly on the neck. This, done
while the bird was fighting furiously,
requires agility. Albeit, Miss Nellie
was mine.
The bird that bringeth joy in the
morning and the solemnity of the whip
poor-will in eventide, ten-fold over, is
the Australian Bell bird to be heard
from camp. Its notes are truly like the
clanking of silver bells. I cannot tell it
as Wm. Sharp the well known bard and
critic. The delight which rapt him
when he heard these birds in tueir for
est seclusion is expressed in the fol
lowing musical
THE LEON REPORTER. THURSDAY. JANUARY 30, 1908.
"Hush, from the trackless depths
comes what sweet sound
Ineffable? do spirits underground
caverns ring p_a_uPiu_l
In hollow
chimes
H.
For elfin deaths in fairy sunless climes
Or does some sad aerial spirit high
In serene air suspend the listening sky
With sweet-remembered music of
joybells
Changing for death? Hush, how it
swells and swells
Still swoet and. low and sad —as
though the peal
Were chimed in forest depths, where
never steal
Sounds from the world beyond, and
where no enise
Breaks ever the long dream. It is
the voioe
Of the mysterious bird whoso bell
like note
Chimes through Austral noon as
church bells float
O'er lonely slopes and pastures far
from home.
Sometimes but once it sang, as when
the foam
On northern seas sleeps on the ebbing
tlbe
And scarcely stirs the Inchapes
sounding tide
To one faint clang then ceased: then
once again
Tolled out with silver sweetness its
part pain,
Part reverie over some beloved thing.
At last it too was still, recovering
Some dream to brood upon with
voiceless peace."
Now for "Life on the Ocean Wave."
Two others and myself were invited by
a Mr. Bragg to go to sea with him in
his sailing craft on a fishing cruise. The
wind was cool, the sun hot, the waves
rolling. Casting anchor about Bix miles
out we began feeding out fishing lines
at once for blue cod. They are a very
marketable fish and here about two
hundred yards of line must be paid out
in order to reach the depth they in
habit. They grab bait rapidly, es
pecially if the fisherman begins to pull
in rapidly as they are deluded into
thinking their prize is attempting to
escape them. During our two hours a
large number of blue cod, some soldier
fish and two slimy octopus, or devil fish,
were hauled in. The bag-shaped octo
pus with its eight long tentacles lined
with suckers with which they hold are
strong enough to grapple with men.
Deeper down in these waters are found
the barracouta, a fish from six to eight
feet long. The writer's enjoyment con
sisted in fishing and playing seasick
gymnastics, alternately. The man who
wrote "Life On the Ocean Wave" was
evidently never at sea.
Just before beginning this outing
from the Bluff, Mr. Garmong helped a
sportsman haul in a medium sized shark
—a good omen to the novel experiences
that followed in the trip. Many sharks
inhabit the waters along the rough
coast of New Zealand. There are many
kinds and all sizes. When in Honolulu
Shah Cahu, Hawaiian Islands, three
years ago, we were guests of Hon. W. C.
Weeden, one of the best and most favor
ably known citizens in Honolulu he and
other business men were out shark flsh
ish and afterwards deposed as follows:
That after an exciting pull a shark was
hauled ashore with their huge line and
when opened they counted forty-three
young shark in the stomach, the small
est one being three feet long. An in
teresting habit of the shark is to, in the
event of danger, open its mouth, when
the young swim into the stomach where
pouches or stalls are arranged by na
ture for them. A similar story is told
by Capt. C. F. Sundstrum, a reliable man
and well known resident of Dunedin,
New Zealand. Four years ago a man
suddenly disappeared in Honolulu while
swimming beyond the reef at an unfre
quented beach. Afterwards a shark
was caught by Japanese fishermen and
when opened the stomach was found to
contain a man's foot and shoe, the lat
ter being recognized by the missing
man's wife as the shoe of her husband.
These statements go in these places
without challenge. The chief danger
is in swimming beyond reefs out into
the deeper water. However, while we
were in Dunedin last summer the chief
city engineer, while wading with his
boy in the beach at Timeru, saw a shark
approaching. When making ready for
their prey they always turn slowly over
on their backs and then make a dart
forward with open mouths. The engi
neer picked up his boy to place him be
yond danger and started for the shore
when the shark tore all the flesh off one
of his legs. The man died the next day.
There are musoles back of each of the
large number of teeth enabling the huge
fish to turn them inward after clamp
ing into the flesh, fish hook fashion,
making escape impossible.
This is a wonderful whale field. From
the top of Mt. Antlum, Stewart Island's
highest peak, the eye circumscribes the
entire bit of land and scans the ocean's
broad expense, the "whaling grounds"
of thirty years ago. Vast schools of
sperm whale are here, even now, and
are frequently seen, but the discovery
of numerous beds of petroleum and the
establishment of oil refineries has de
stroyed the whaling industry so thrifty
thirty years ago. Stewart's Island fur
nished sheltering harbors for great
American whaling fleets. Frank Bul
len, an Englishman and ex-whaler on an
American ship, who has become famed
in furnishing a book entitled "The
Cruise of the Catchalot" which deals
with his exppriencfis in the south sea
whaling grounds, as well as other parts
where they are to be found, gives some
noteworthy facts about this monster of
the deep. He is a Christian gentleman,
a lecturer of later years, and author of
several other works. On the sixth day
iu v.u.iup boiue of us went on a fourteen
mile expeditiou through the scrub and
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woods to Port Williams, the stopping
place of Mr. Bullen, a place mentioned
frequently in his book. It is a shelter
ing place where they would sail with a
captive alongside in order to "cut in."
After harpooning and killing a whale,
a task frought with excitement and
danger it is lashed to the side of the
ship and made to float as they sail to
harbor. There were times when the
fish was worked up at sea but when the
sky manifested appearances of storm
they usually set sail for such a place
as Pt. Williams. After arrival, men
with large axes climbed down on the
whale and begin their work of "cutting
in" which consists of cutting off
the blubber next to the skin. This
blubber is about two feet thick. Huge
chunks are lifted aboard and put in
large copper vats, where it is boiled
in order to extract the oil. The fuel
consists of the fat of other whales from
which the oil has been extracted. This
process over, the oil is barrelled. Then
the head is cut off, a laborous process,
and lifted by a crane aboard ship, the
opening made on the top from which
pure whale oil is dipped from a huge
recess with buckets and put in barrels.
Then the commercial whalebone is taken
from the jaw and staked up to dry.
A statement of value to bible stu
dents is that the throat of a Sperm
whale is like a huge submarine cavern,
that it would seem that a man could
stand nearly erect and walk down.
It feeds upon not only large fish but
even shark. To say the least, modern
science cannot be used as a club against
the Biblical record of Jonah and "the
big fish". It may aid in conceiving
the size of the sperm whale to read
from Mr. Bullen that from the cup in
the whale's head is taken seveal tons of
pure oil. Be it remembered that he is
a recognized authority on the subject
throughout the British empire. Still
further, we have it, that an average
whale will produce an average of
eighteen tons of oil alone, and in the
days when the industry was thriving a
single catch was valued at an average
of four thousand dollars. The male is
larger, hence more valuable than the
cow. Whalebone can now be seen
strewn here aud there along the shore
of this island.
Such is the environment of Stewart
Island. It is an ideal spot for repose.
The crystal waters of this quiet recess
of the Pacific caresses a beach of
golden sand, backed by a narrow circle
of grassy meadow, and this, in turn is
hemed in by precipitous hills richly
clothed in verdore green. Here then,
man may shut himself from tho busy
world of strife and noise, and laugh and
talk with indulgent nature, by day en
raptured by the glorious vision of the
sunkissed sea, the glistening beach, the
ever joyous notes of birds loudly pro
claiming from the trees that "God is
love", by night the ir.oonlit softening
scene draws man's heart to brighter
things, and he with nature made one
whisper "God's love is supreme". Sun
day is here and our sojourn nearing an
end. There are three churches in the
town hard by, but all seemed to prefer
the simple service by the sea. There
on the sand and rocks, laved by the
sparkling water, and shaded by a bower
of rich green trees, did hymns of praise
ascend to the "Giver of all Good. It
was quite unique, and spiritually in
vigorating. Russell Lowell in his par
able speaking of the modern church
makes Christ say:
With gates of silver and bars of gold
We have fenced my sheep from their
father's fold,
But here one felt that the rippling
water, the leafy bower, aud higher blue
on dome of heaven formed a link where
by the heart of man might all
the more easily unite with his
Creator. As we stood there bareheaded,
with the gentle murmur of the ocean
in our ears, in touch with nature, in
touch with God, ones thoughts flew to
that other sea beach scene, the landing
of the pilgrim fathers. But there
The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rockbound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky
Their giant branches tossed.
But after their noble flight is over
and in imagination one could now see
them standing on that other beach
across the river, on such a peaceful
river as ours, a happy, happy band.
The short impressive service over, we
slowly wended our way over the beach
to where the smoke curled lazily up
from the camp fire on the green.
(To be continued)
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OSTEOPATHIC
PHYSICIAN,
examination free. Office
House one block north of square,
hours 9 to 12 a. m. and 1 to 4 p.
Consultation and
at Woodmansee
Phone 6. Office
DR. W. 6. JEFFRIES.
Successor to Dr. O. W. Foxworthy
E and obstetrics a specialty.
Block, Leon, Iowa. Phone 48.
swered promptly day or night.
Biggs
All calls an-
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Acres.
500,000
Canada. Dakota and Washington wheat lands."
Also R. R. timber, mineral and government lands
elsewhere. We are established nine years. We do
little advertising. We save you money by our
methods. Tell us what you want. Agents wanted.
Information free. Address
WESTERN LAND
531 Good Block
CO.,
Des Moines, Iowa.
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Steam Laundry Co.
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Dye Works in connection^
Send Basket Monday and Wednesday.,^
J. A. CASTER, Agent?
CAPT. J. L. GOODING
Kellerton, Iowa.
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