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Paterson’s inlet on Stewart Island. As the entrance 
to this splendid harbour is rather difficult, I decided 
to wait until morning, when we steamed slowly into 
Paterson Bay. Although a grey, rainy morning, it 
seemed beautiful to us all. Real, tall trees were before 
us, and as we came nearer a neatly-built house came in 
sight. One of my staff, through his field glasses, then 
A HURRIED MEAL. 
made a startling biological discovery—a woman! and 
soon my entire staff had seized their magnifying 
glasses. I at once went on shore, and after some 
` hours’ tramping about in the muddy jungle, I was able 
to secure a few fresh sheep and fresh vegetables. 
How startling was it to see a strange face again, and 
to hear a fresh voice. The first man I met shook me 
