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seen. The harbor is surrounded by high hills and is almost com- 
pletely land-locked, making the port of Lyttelton one of the best 
in New Zealand. The region is entirely voleanic and the harbor 
a submerged valiey, perhaps an old crater. Seen from the height 
on which we stood the sea was intensely blue and the shadows of 
clouds flecking the hills afforded a constant shifting of light and 
shade. 
We took tea at eleven o’clock at an exceedingly picturesque way- 
side inn ealled the ‘‘Kiwi,’’ as announced by a swinging sign- 
board with a representation of that unique bird. It was just such 
a delightful wayside retreat as one meets so frequently in out-of- 
the-way parts of England. Later we strolled on further and I 
took a few photographs of the hills and harbor. Returning to the 
Kiwi we had an excellent lunch and rested awhile as we enjoyed 
the view, before strolling leisurely downward for about three 
miles, I should judge, until we reached the tram line again. Mr. 
Archey proved a most delightful companion. Indeed it seems to 
me that the English and British Colonials never appear to better 
advantage than in the course of such a stroll. Walking and talk- 
ing has been reduced to a fine art by their university men, and 
one can hardly realize how extremely enjoyable a day’s walk may 
be until he takes it with such a companion. We chatted on things 
biological, about which he is well versed, of things political, social, 
college life here and in America, and finally of course, on the 
World War, in which he had borne a part on the battle line in 
France. In looking back over the various acquaintances formed 
in New Zealand I can not remember meeting a single man of army 
age who had not done his bit ‘‘over there.’’ No man able to go 
seems to have occupied a swivel chair at home during the great 
conflict. 
England was certainly justified in her children and no one who 
has spent much time in her overseas possessions from 1914 to 1922 
could fail to be immensely impressed by the solidarity of the 
British Empire. Mr. Archey said that, for him, the hardest thing 
to bear was the deadly monotony of the time spent in the trenches 
between the brief periods of intense activity when they went 
‘‘over the top’’ or repelled attacks. This walk over the breezy 
Port Hills and the panoramic views from the top will remain as 
one of the high lights of my many delightful experiences in New 
‘Zealand. 
After supper Dr. Chilton called and we had a cozy chat in 
