A Land of Waterfalls.

Though the high river was so muddied, the rains gave the canyon a new and wonderful beauty. From every niche in the cliffs and from every hanging valley poured a waterfall. There were cascades everywhere the two days we steamed up to Parinui and back to Pipiriki. Some leaped from rock to rock down dark page 27 glens, some plunged out of deep tunnels of foliage, others came down in a single graceful spout from the very top of a mossy precipice, a flash of living white against the unfading green of the rimu and rata and the cliff-climbing ferntrees.