The Trip.

On the Wednesday before Easter we had the pleasure of meeting the Canterbury and Otago representatives, and on Thursday the three teams set out by the early train. There page 12 were more than fifty in the party, so the day passed quickly. No one, however, showed signs of intense displeasure when the train drew up at the breakwater—and we boarded the "Rotoiti" after a kind of informal scrimmage. The arrangements had been well made and all of our team got comfortable berths, a privilege not shared by the Otago representatives. The weather was beautifully fine, and in the early morning we were all on deck, practising our hakas and rejoicing in the beauties of sea and sky and shore. As we drew near the Onehunga wharf we were greeted by our friends of last year, and by many more whom we hope to see in Dunedin next Easter. We were soon claimed by our hosts, and on our way to the beautiful city of Auckland—the Queen of the North, as Aucklanders like it called, and we have no quarrel with them on that score.