On the Bush Trail.

I see them now, “Mac” jogging along on his horse with a brace of cameras slung over his shoulders; far down the bush tracks of Westland—we had a wild week of it there once, a hundred and fifty miles from the Franz Josef Glacier over the Haast Pass and out to civilisation again at Lake Wanaka.

Rough country! There was only one bridge in all that journey, and there was a swift alpine river to ford every few miles. All the better for picture making, was “Mac's” point of view. There was a whole bookful of adventures on those backblocks horseback cruises—and in our Tongariro National Park climbs, long before a Chateau was dreamed of.

Depicting Maori types and Maori tattooing, carving and all manner of native artistry was quite a passion with James McDonald. When he retired from the Museum's service he settled at Tokaanu, as a suitable place for pursuing his Maori work, and he was a greatly popular character with the native folk all about the Taupo shores.