The Journey To Auckland.

Otago and Canterbury representative were met at the wharf and driven to the Manawatu Station, where some thirty-seven of our own folk were already busy securing seats and arranging themselves in congenial groups for the long journey. The weather was bad and continued so all day, but the time passed merrily enough, the indefatigable Dixon's periodic distribution of good things being a very agreeable feature of the proceedings. New Plymouth reached, we were soon on board the Rotoiti. The sea trip was feelingly described by one student as a "slice of eternity." At Onehunga were several old Auckland friends, who soon dispatched the visitors to the homes of their respective hosts. No functions had been arranged for the afternoon—for which most of the amateur mariners were sincerely thankful.

"This tempest will not give me leave to ponder
On things would hurt me more."

—King Lear.