hepherd lies in the loft among the tea and sugar and flour.
It was a fine morning, and we turned out about seven o'clock.

The usual mutton and bread for breakfast with a pudding made of flour
and water baked in the camp oven after a joint of meat--Yorkshire
pudding, but without eggs. While we were at breakfast a robin perched
on the table and sat there a good while pecking at the sugar. We went
on breakfasting with little heed to the robin, and the robin went on
pecking with little heed to us. After breakfast Pey, my
bullock-driver, went to fetch the horses up from a spot about two
miles down the river, where they often run; we wanted to go
pig-hunting.

I go into the garden and gather a few peascods for seed till the
horses should come up. Then Cook, the shepherd, says that a fire has
sprung up on the other side of the river. Who could have lit it?
Probably someone who had intended coming to my place on the preceding
evening and has missed his way, for there is no track of any sort
between here and Phillips's. In a quarter of an hour he lit another
fire lower down, and by that time, the horses having come up, Haast
and myself--remembering how Dr. Sinclair had just been drowned so near
the same spot--think it safer to ride over to him and put him across
the river. The river was very low and so clear that we could see
every stone. On getting to the river-bed we lit a fire and did the
same on leaving it; our tracks would guide anyone over the intervening
ground.

Besides his occupation with the sheep, he found time to play the piano,
to read and to write. In the library of St. John's College, Cambridge,
are two copies of the Greek Testament, very fully annotated by him at the
University and in the colony. He also read the _Origin of Species_,
which, as everyone knows, was published in 1859. He became "one of Mr.
Darwin's many enthusiastic admirers, and wrote a philosophic dialogue
(the most offensive form, except poetry and books of travel into supposed
unknown countries, that even literature can assume) upon the _Origin of
Species_" (_Unconscious Memory_, close of Chapter I). This dialogue,
unsigned, was printed in the _Press_, Canterbury, New Zealand, on 20th
December, 1862. A copy of the paper was sent to Charles Darwin, who
forwarded it to a, presumably, English editor with a letter, now in the
Canterbury Museum, New Zealand, speaking