Gordonton

"Oh, I'm stiff," groaned Fred as he sat up and rubbed his legs. "This floor is hard."
"Newspapers make noisy blankets," commented Sam, as he woke and stretched, "You rustled and creaked all night, Fred."
"It was warm enough, though," added their friend who had come to help bring the new horses to the farm, "but it is just as well we kept the fire going all night."
They cooked the sausages in the iron skillet over the open fire, and for cups used Bell Tea tins. Sausages and bread can be carried in saddle-bags but most of their gear was still at the railway station.

At last it was all decided. The Riddell family were to leave "Annani" and the hills of Waverly and go to live in the Waikato.
"There're 2433 acres, and it's all flat," young Tom told his sisters, bul none of them could really imagine so much country without hills.
"How, do we get there, Father?" they asked excitedly.

Excitedly Jim Drinkwater waved a letter he held in his hand. "I've got it. I've got it. I'm to be a shepherd at Woodlands. There's a house with the job so we can get married straight away."
Mary's blue eyes sparkled, and for a moment the young couple were so excited talking about plans for the future that they forgot to lower their voices. A loud jangle of a bell startled them both. The harsh clang came again, impatient and imperative, and the little maid slipped through to answer the summons.

There was a houseparty at Woodlands. During the afternoon the young ladies had been out riding, but now they were gathered in the lovely dining room for the evening meal. One of the girls said, "We met a woman with such an interesting face in the village, John. A Mrs. McNichol. I'd like to paint her."
"I've a great admiration for that woman," said the gentle Mrs. Gordon. "She gets things done."

"We're going to town. We're going to town," chanted Margaret as she danced round the kitchen, "Muver, aren't you 'cited?"
"Of course she isn't, stupid," chimed in brother Richard before Mrs. Martin could say anything, "Mother goes to town every week."
"But this is dif'rent." protested Margaret.
"Of course it's different," her mother answered, "very different."

Mrs. Gordon dressed carefully. It had been a long journey up from Damaru, first on the little coastal steamer, and then by train to Taupiri where they had stayed last night. Joe Radford, the head waggoner of Woodlands, had met them there, and today she would drive out to the new home. As she smoothed the silk of her travelling gown, she felt that as the wife of the manager of an estate that covered, 86,502 acres, she really was importsnt, and she knew that she and her husband would be able to make a contribution to this part of the colony.

But next summer was better, and  one morning in early Autumn,  Henry Reynolds said,"Let's go and see what Josiah Firth is doing at Matamata. The 'New Zea1and Herald' says he has imported a machine from California to reap his wheat.  We'll take John Primrose with us because he has developed a real flair for machines."

The kerosene lamp on the table hissed gently, its soft light sparkling on the lovely blue of the glass shade, and gleaming on the polished woodwork in the beautiful room. Mrs. Reynolds glanced at her husband. He seemed very subdued tonight. For a change, they had dined alone; usually there were visitors, business associates of her husband's or just friends, and when the maid had removed the dishes, Mrs. Reynolds carefully selected the right shade of silk for her tapestry and moved over to the fireplace.

"We'll need to hurry and get our houses built this summer," Sergeant Knox said to Private Hastie. "We have been alloted timber from the Puketaha mill, but we can only use Bush Road when it has been very dry."

"Hey Nathan," called John Hastie, "here's a present from the Kirikiriroa Road Board"-and he threw an envelope on the rough table in the mess-room of the barracks of the 4th Waikato regiment.
"My Goodness. Look at this assessment, exclaimed Nathan Rumney. "It's far too much. They've valued my land at two pounds an acre, and the rates are 1/2 pence in the Pound. I can't even get out there to live until something more has been done to the road. However, I guess they haven't any money to do any work until someone does pay their rates."