Stags and Adventure.

An English lord who had a wet and perilous experience far down and far out in New Zealand two or three years ago, is again on his way to seek the red deer of the Haast Pass country. On his first visit he lost his rifle in a snow river which flows into the roaring Haast, just across the Westland border from the Otago side, and at the same time he nearly lost his wife. Cold, wet, loss of supplies, fearfully rugged country, all conspired to baulk the plucky pair of their sport. But they are longing to be at it again. The great heads of antlers are still a sufficient lure for the real British sportsmen, it seems. These are the people New Zealanders should be glad to welcome and place in the way of getting all the good stalking they desire. They are the true adventure-seekers, and such trifling mishaps as a tumble into a raving river fresh from the glacial ice are simply morning tonics to them.