Excerpt from Studies in New Zealand Scenery A short three-quarters of a mile, and we are at Glade House, the Government Hostel. Here, the mick-sack and walking-boots must be donned; and a word in your ear! The boots of the wise will'be heavy, but the rack-sack light. Here, too, there is a view worth seeing. The house stands in a verdant clearing, which Slopes down to a river - the Clinton smooth and quiet as glass; and beyond the open fore ground, and a middle distance of noble forest wrapped in velvety light, there rises high in air the solitary mass of Mt. Mackenzie, blue-based and crowned with snow. From left and right the valley walls rush towards him, all muflled deep in Bush at first, then leaping into great converging peaks, whose naked grey the morning paints with gold, and the sunset with tremendous crimson; while high noon so spiritualizes them with sheer light that they seem almost to melt into a vision and be at one with the sky. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.