December 1,5, 190:2

way since I had landed in New Zealand. As it was neanng Christmas, it com menced to rain in real earnest. The cieeks were in flood, a few sheep were washed down these creeks, and an oc casional fowl-house. "There's a big fresh in the river, Harry " said Pavky one morning, "and there will be some logs down soon. We will have to go and do a bit of rafting." I was delighted. Had heard tha/t rafting logs was a dangerous game, and it was better fun than fencing any how. The ' booms" were close to the house, and we awaited the onrush of those logs as they came down tihe stream tossang like corks. When I saw Pawky step en. to the booms, with the river surging like a porridge pot, I quailed, but he called me, and I went. He hopped from log to log, pushing the big trees here and there to make room for others, and working like a veritable demon. I followed him, and was soon engaged balancing myself on the skppery trunks, trying to be not afraid. Pawky was standing on a rocking log, pushing with all his might to eet his timber cleared. The last time I saw Pawky alive and well was in a bent at titude, leaning almost at right angles, striving with all his strength. The log reeled, Pawky fell in among the eddying timber, and was rrnned fast. With fraaitic h^ste, I shoved the logs with my pole. As I saw the agonised face of Rages, my whole heart went out to him. He was Gwen's father' I moved the log, and he floated for one instant clear I dived in, and knew no more

how lovely of you!" she saad. 'I am so glad. Has the brute been annoying, you? Oh, how beautifully you do fight, Mr. Evans l " I own I was. astonished, but I have found out since that New Zealandei s> are "sports" to the* heart's core. I told Gwen the reason for the fight, and when I mentioned her father sine looked grave. She said she didn't know her father. He loved her passionately, but she know nothing of hie Me. He was an Eng lishman, and had been in New Zealand far many ye>airs. The dark shadow that was over ras life srtie could not fathom. 