In Geyserland.

Not for many a year have the geysers of Whakarewarewa been so obligingly active as during recent months. A few weeks ago there were ten geysers, large and small, all spouting away together in this wonderful valley, queened over by Waikite on its glittering white terrace.

The buried village of Te Wairoa, with Lake Tarawera spread out below, and beyond, the grim scarps of old Tarawera mountain are as full of fascination as ever; and the Duke will see and hear all about their strange and sinister history. The strangest experience of all for the Royal party will be the power-launch run through the region of boil and bubble on Rotomahana, where the cliffs above and the water below are pulsing with the heat that never ceases. It is a tremendous place, where anything may happen at any time. Then the Waimangu thermal gulch, a weird hot place where, too, dramatic happenings are always likely.

Lake and geyser, hot waters and cool crystal streams, fragrant native bush and great exotic plantations where the State is covering the bare hills and pumice plains with a new forest; all these invite the pleasure-cruiser at Rotorua; and for the angler there is the trout-fishing. Rotorua is an excellent place at which to begin one's fishing on such a tour; but there will be more time further south, where the Tongariro River and the bays of Lake Taupo call the angler to camp by them for the space of many days.

The Duke will have three days at Tongariro Chateau presently; he should in that time have the pleasure of lifting many beautiful fish from the famous stream.