Oamaru,

where a grand war-like display awaits us. The intire army of the White City are dhrawn up in battle array. The squadhrons an' battalions parade wid soords dhrawn and baignets gleamin' in the noon-day blaze, whilst the hayros' eyes flash marshal ardhor, an' their mustashes bristle wid fierce emotion as the vice-raygil salute is fired. Afther inspectin' the breakwather we return to lunch, an' murther-in-Irish, ye never saw sich a sight in yer born days. Talk about the poor craythurs runnin' afther victuals in the Chinese famine, 'pon me sowl it was only small pittaties compared to the rush made to the banket hall at Oamaru. We wor led into a big bam, through laborinths of cornsacks, till we kum to a narrow staircase, where we filed up one be one to the banket. Av coorse mesilf and the vice-raygil party had nothin' to complain av, as we raiched the hall first an' devoured two turkeys before the company was saited. Be me conshinse it was as good as a play to see tbe Markiss get up wid a turkey's dhnim-stick in one hand an' a glass o' rhodhero in the other to respond to the toast av his health, proposed be Major Stewart in felicichus language, I may here menshin ong-pass-on (Frinch), that we only left about twinty av our passingers at Oamaru. Nothin' av importance happened until we raiched