Tane the woodsman would no doubt have had to content himself with a dip in Muriwai hot creek if, or when, he returned to the valley, for those huge pools of boiling mud and muddy water, ever-splashing and swirling, are scarcely the ponds a tired bushman, or anyone else, would have selected for a bath. Yon great pool of greyish water and mud called Huritin:—“The Ever-Revolving”—pool of infernal broth, half obscured by sulphurous steam clouds, has a temperature, as some scientific visitor once ascertained, of over 200 degrees Fahrenheit. The unctuous ponds of black mud look even hotter. But Muriwai stream, flowing down in a rauporeed-fringed dark brooklet, is more pleasant than its appearance would lead one to imagine. It is just agreeably warm, and it is a place of wondrous healing for rheumaticky limbs this Styxlike stream.