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taking it up, found it to be hollow, and that it had a rat's nest 

 of dry grass underneath. We had no museums in those days, 

 and, as I was living in a tent at the time, and leading the 

 rough life of a pioneer, the bowl was not properly taken care 

 of. It was of oval shape, about 18in. long, by 12in. wide and 

 Sin. deep, roundish at the base, and had at the top edge of 

 one end a slight hollow scooped out, and an extension, or lip, 

 projecting therefrom iin. beyond its surroundings, evidently 

 as a convenience to pour from. The wood of the bowl was 

 about l^in. thick, and in a fair state of preservation. Here 

 we have good evidence that the bowl in the Cook collection 

 was of New Zealand origin. But I think it should be notified 

 to those who purchased the aforesaid collection that the bulk 

 of the curios were not from New Zealand. 



I append an extract from an English paper, which shows 

 the burial-place of one of Captain Cook's crew, who sailed 

 with him during his last voyage. The extract is as follows : — 



" Gainsboeough Gossip. 



" By Gauntlet. 



"One of the oldest inhabitants kindly guided me through 

 the parish churchyard recently, and pointed out several items, 

 some of which I jotted down for reference in this column, in 

 the hope that they might prove interesting to my readers. 

 . Another monument was sacred to the memory of 

 Eichard Eollett, formerly master sailmaker of H.M.S. The 

 Eesolution, Captbiin Jas. Cook, in her second voyage round 

 the world; died the 20th day of January, 1814, aged seventy- 

 four years. The ' Eesolution ' arrived at Sheerness, with her 

 sister-ship the ' Discovery,' on the 14th October, 1780, Captain 

 'Cook having been killed by tlie savages at Owyhee in the 

 February of the previous year. My loquacious and erudite 

 guide informed me that Mr. John Nettleship, M'ho formerly 

 kept the Friendship Inn, married one of Mr. Eollett's 

 ■daughters." 



Abt. LII. — Snoio Scenes on tlic Southern Alps. 



By Taylor White. 



[Read before the Hawke's Bay Philosoiyhicalliistitute, 15th Oct., 18S8.] 



I WILL first give an account of how my brother, John White, 

 and C. C. Garrett were caught in an avalanche, and returned 

 home one day hatless and without their long climbing-sticks. 

 They started at grey dawn, in winter time, to climb one of the 

 big ranges of the Eyre Mountains, situated on the south-west 



