CHAPTER IX

Plants of Canterbury--Turnip--Tutu--Ferns--Ti Palm--Birds--Paradise

Duck--Tern--Quail--Wood Hen--Robin--Linnet--Pigeon--Moa--New Parroquet--

Quadrupeds--Eels--Insects--Weta--Lizards.

The flora of this province is very disappointing, and the absence of

beautiful flowers adds to the uninteresting character which too

generally pervades the scenery, save among the great Southern Alps

themselves. There is no burst of bloom as there is in Switzerland and

Italy, and the trees being, with few insignificant exceptions, all

evergreen, the difference between winter and summer is chiefly

perceptible by the state of the grass and the temperature. I do not

know one really pretty flower which belongs to the plains; I believe

there are one or two, but they are rare, and form no feature in the

landscape. I never yet saw a blue flower growing wild here, nor indeed

one of any other colour but white or yellow; if there are such they do

not prevail, and their absence is sensibly felt. We have no soldanellas

and auriculas, and Alpine cowslips, no brilliant gentians and anemones.

We have one very stupid white gentian; but it is, to say the least of

it, uninteresting to a casual observer. We have violets, very like

those at home, but they are small and white, and have no scent. We have

also a daisy, very like the English, but not nearly so pretty; we have a

great ugly sort of Michaelmas daisy too, and any amount of spaniard. I

do not say but that by hunting on the peninsula, one might find one or

two beautiful species, but simply that on the whole the flowers are few

and ugly. The only plant good to eat is Maori cabbage, and that is

swede turnip gone wild, from seed left by Captain Cook. Some say it is

indigenous, but I do not believe it. The Maoris carry the seed about

with them, and sow it wherever they camp. I should rather write, USED

to sow it where they CAMPED, for the Maoris in this island are almost a

thing of the past.

The root of the spaniard, it should be added, will support life for some

little time.

Tutu (pronounced toot) is a plant which abounds upon the plains for some

few miles near the river-beds; it is at first sight not much unlike

myrtle, but is in reality a wholly different sort of plant; it dies down

in the winter, and springs up again from its old roots. These roots are

sometimes used for firewood, and are very tough, so much so as not

unfrequently to break ploughs. It is poisonous for sheep and cattle if

eaten on an empty stomach.

New Zealand is rich in ferns. We have a tree-fern which grows as high

as twenty feet. We have also some of the English species; among them I

believe the Hymenophyllum Tunbridgense, with many of the same tribe. I

see a little fern which, to my eyes, is our English Asplenium

Trichomanes. Every English fern which I know has a variety something

like it here, though seldom identical. We have one to correspond with

the adder's tongue and moonwort, with the Adiantum nigrum and Capillus

Veneris, with the Blechnum boreale, with the Ceterach and Ruta muraria,

and with the Cystopterids. I never saw a Woodsia here; but I think that

every other English family is represented, and that we have many more

besides. On the whole, the British character of many of the ferns is

rather striking, as indeed is the case with our birds and insects; but,

with a few conspicuous exceptions, the old country has greatly the

advantage over us.

The cabbage-tree or ti palm is not a true palm, though it looks like

one. It has not the least resemblance to a cabbage. It has a tuft of

green leaves, which are rather palmy-looking at a distance, and which

springs from the top of a pithy, worthless stem, varying from one to

twenty or thirty feet in height. Sometimes the stem is branched at the

top, and each branch ends in a tuft. The flax and the cabbage-tree and

the tussock-grass are the great botanical features of the country. Add

fern and tutu, and for the back country, spear-grass and Irishman, and

we have summed up such prevalent plants as strike the eye.

As for the birds, they appear at first sight very few indeed. On the

plains one sees a little lark with two white feathers in the tail, and

in other respects exactly like the English skylark, save that he does

not soar, and has only a little chirrup instead of song. There are also

paradise ducks, hawks, terns, red-bills, and sand-pipers, seagulls, and

occasionally, though very rarely, a quail.

The paradise duck is a very beautiful bird. The male appears black,

with white on the wing, when flying: when on the ground, however, he

shows some dark greys and glossy greens and russets, which make him very

handsome. He is truly a goose, and not a duck. He says "whiz" through

his throat, and dwells a long time upon the "z." He is about the size

of a farmyard duck. The plumage of the female is really gorgeous. Her

head is pure white, and her body beautifully coloured with greens and

russets and white. She screams, and does not say "whiz." Her mate is

much fonder of her than she is of him, for if she is wounded he will

come to see what is the matter, whereas if he is hurt his base partner

flies instantly off and seeks new wedlock, affording a fresh example of

the superior fidelity of the male to the female sex. When they have

young, they feign lameness, like the plover. I have several times been

thus tricked by them. One soon, however, becomes an old bird oneself,

and is not to be caught with such chaff any more. We look about for the

young ones, clip off the top joint of one wing, and leave them; thus, in

a few months' time, we can get prime young ducks for the running after

them. The old birds are very bad eating. I rather believe they are

aware of this, for they are very bold, and come very close to us. There

are two that constantly come within ten yards of my hut, and I hope mean

to build in the neighbourhood, for the eggs are excellent. Being geese,

and not ducks, they eat grass. The young birds are called flappers till

they can fly, and can be run down easily.

The hawk is simply a large hawk, and to the unscientific nothing more.

There is a small sparrow-hawk, too, which is very bold, and which will

attack a man if he goes near its nest.

The tern is a beautiful little bird about twice as big as a swallow, and

somewhat resembling it in its flight, but much more graceful. It has a

black satin head, and lavender satin and white over the rest of its

body. It has an orange bill and feet; and is not seen 4 in the back

country during the winter.

The red-bill is, I believe, identical with the oyster-catcher of the

Cornish coast. It has a long orange bill, and orange feet, and is black

and white over the body.

The sand-piper is very like the lark in plumage.

The quail is nearly exterminated. It is exactly like a small partridge,

and is most excellent eating. Ten years ago it was very abundant, but

now it is very rarely seen. The poor little thing is entirely

defenceless; it cannot take more than three flights, and then it is done

up. Some say the fires have destroyed them; some say the sheep have

trod on their eggs; some that they have all been hunted down: my own

opinion is that the wild cats, which have increased so as to be very

numerous, have driven the little creatures nearly off the face of the

earth.

There are wood hens also on the plains; but, though very abundant, they

are not much seen. The wood hen is a bird rather resembling the

pheasant tribe in plumage, but not so handsome. It has a long, sharp

bill and long feet. It is about the size of a hen. It cannot fly, but

sticks its little bob-tail up and down whenever it walks, and has a

curious Paul-Pry-like gait, which is rather amusing. It is exceedingly

bold, and will come sometimes right into a house. It is an arrant

thief, moreover, and will steal anything. I know of a case in which one

was seen to take up a gold watch, and run off with it, and of another in

which a number of men, who were camping out, left their pannikins at the

camp, and on their return found them all gone, and only recovered them

by hearing the wood hens tapping their bills against them. Anything

bright excites their greed; anything red, their indignation. They are

reckoned good eating by some; but most people think them exceedingly

rank and unpleasant. From fat wood hens a good deal of oil can be got,

and this oil is very valuable for almost anything where oil is wanted.

It is sovereign for rheumatics, and wounds or bruises; item for

softening one's boots, and so forth. The egg is about the size of a

guinea fowl's, dirtily streaked, and spotted with a dusky purple; it is

one of the best eating eggs I have ever tasted.

I must not omit to mention the white crane, a very beautiful bird, with

immense wings, of the purest white; and the swamp hen, with a tail which

it is constantly bobbing up and down like the wood hen; it has a good

deal of bluish purple about it, and is very handsome.

There are other birds on the plains, especially about the river-beds,

but not many worthy of notice.

In the back country, however, we have a considerable variety. I have

mentioned the kaka and the parroquet.

The robin is a pretty little fellow, in build and manners very like our

English robin, but tamer. His plumage, however, is different, for he

has a dusky black tail coat and a pale canary-coloured waistcoat. When

one is camping out, no sooner has one lit one's fire than several robins

make their appearance, prying into one's whole proceedings with true

robin-like impudence. They have never probably seen a fire before, and

are rather puzzled by it. I heard of one which first lighted on the

embers, which were covered with ashes; finding this unpleasant, he

hopped on to a burning twig; this was worse, so the third time he

lighted on a red-hot coal; whereat, much disgusted, he took himself off,

I hope escaping with nothing but a blistered toe. They frequently come

into my hut. I watched one hop in a few mornings ago, when the

breakfast things were set. First he tried the bread--that was good;

then he tried the sugar--that was good also; then he tried the salt,

which he instantly rejected; and, lastly, he tried a cup of hot tea, on

which he flew away. I have seen them light on a candle (not a lighted

one) and peck the tallow. I fear, however, that these tame ones are too

often killed by the cats. The tomtit is like its English namesake in

shape, but smaller, and with a glossy black head and bright yellow

breast.

The wren is a beautiful little bird, much smaller than the English one,

and with green about its plumage.

The tui or parson-bird is a starling, and has a small tuft of white

cravat-like feathers growing from his throat. True to his starling

nature, he has a delicious voice.

We have a thrush, but it is rather rare. It is just like the English,

save that it has some red feathers in its tail.

Our teal is, if not the same as the English teal, so like it, that the

difference is not noticeable.

Our linnet is a little larger than the English, with a clear, bell-like

voice, as of a blacksmith's hammer on an anvil. Indeed, we might call

him the harmonious blacksmith.

The pigeon is larger than the English, and far handsomer. He has much

white and glossy green shot with purple about him, and is one of the

most beautiful birds I ever saw. He is very foolish, and can be noosed

with ease. Tie a string with a noose at the end of it to a long stick,

and you may put it round his neck and catch him. The kakas, too, will

let you do this, and in a few days become quite tame.

Besides these, there is an owl or two. These are heard occasionally,

but not seen. Often at night one hears a solemn cry of "More pork! more

pork! more pork!" I have heard people talk, too, of a laughing jackass

(not the Australian bird of that name), but no one has ever seen it.

Occasionally we hear rumours of the footprint of a moa, and the Nelson

surveyors found fresh foot-tracks of a bird, which were measured for

fourteen inches. Of this there can be little doubt; but since a wood

hen's foot measures four inches, and a wood hen does not stand higher

than a hen, fourteen inches is hardly long enough for the track of a

moa, the largest kind of which stood fifteen feet high. We often find

some of their bones lying in a heap upon the ground, but never a perfect

skeleton. Little heaps of their gizzard stones, too, are constantly

found. They consist of very smooth and polished flints and cornelians,

with sometimes quartz. The bird generally chose rather pretty stones.

I do not remember finding a single sandstone specimen of a moa gizzard

stone. Those heaps are easily distinguished, and very common. Few

people believe in the existence of a moa. If one or two be yet living,

they will probably be found on the West Coast, that yet unexplored

region of forest which may contain sleeping princesses and gold in ton

blocks, and all sorts of good things. A gentleman who lives at the

Kiakoras possesses a moa's egg; it is ten inches by seven. It was

discovered in a Maori grave, and must have been considered precious at

the time it was buried, for the Maoris were accustomed to bury a man's

valuables with him.

I really know of few other birds to tell you about. There is a good

sprinkling more, but they form no feature in the country, and are only

interesting to the naturalist. There is the kiwi, or apteryx, which is

about as large as a turkey, but only found on the West Coast. There is

a green ground parrot too, called the kakapo, a night bird, and hardly

ever found on the eastern side of the island. There is also a very rare

and as yet unnamed kind of kaka, much larger and handsomer than the kaka

itself, of which I and another shot one of the first, if not the very

first, observed specimen. Being hungry, far from home, and without

meat, we ate the interesting creature, but made a note of it for the

benefit of science. Since then it has found its way into more worthy

hands, and was, a few months ago, sent home to be named. Altogether, I

am acquainted with about seventy species of birds belonging to the

Canterbury settlement, and I do not think that there are many more. Two

albatrosses came to my wool-shed about seven months ago, and a dead one

was found at Mount Peel not long since. I did not see the former

myself, but my cook, who was a sailor, watched them for some time, and

his word may be taken. I believe, however, that their coming so far

inland is a very rare occurrence here.

As for the quadrupeds of New Zealand, they are easily disposed of.

There are but two, a kind of rat, which is now banished by the Norway

rat, and an animal of either the otter or beaver species, which is known

rather by rumour than by actual certainty.

The fishes, too, will give us little trouble. There are only a sort of

minnow and an eel. This last grows to a great size, and is abundant

even in the clear, rapid, snow-fed rivers. In every creek one may catch

eels, and they are excellent eating, if they be cooked in such a manner

as to get rid of the oil.

Try them spitchcocked or stewed,

They're too oily when fried,

as Barham says, with his usual good sense. I am told that the other

night a great noise was heard in the kitchen of a gentleman with whom I

have the honour to be acquainted, and that the servants, getting up,

found an eel chasing a cat round about the room. I believe this story.

The eel was in a bucket of water, and doomed to die upon the morrow.

Doubtless the cat had attempted to take liberties with him; on which a

sudden thought struck the eel that he might as well eat the cat as the

cat eat him; and he was preparing to suit the action to the word when he

was discovered.

The insects are insignificant and ugly, and, like the plants, devoid of

general interest. There is one rather pretty butterfly, like our

English tortoiseshell. There is a sprinkling of beetles, a few ants,

and a detestable sandfly, that, on quiet, cloudy mornings, especially

near water, is more irritating than can be described. This little beast

is rather venomous; and, for the first fortnight or so that I was bitten

by it, every bite swelled up to a little hard button. Soon, however,

one becomes case-hardened, and only suffers the immediate annoyance

consequent upon its tickling and pricking. There is also a large

assortment of spiders. We have, too, one of the ugliest-looking

creatures that I have ever seen. It is called "weta," and is of tawny

scorpion-like colour with long antennae and great eyes, and nasty

squashy-looking body, with (I think) six legs. It is a kind of animal

which no one would wish to touch: if touched, it will bite sharply,

some say venomously. It is very common, but not often seen, and lives

chiefly among dead wood and under stones. In the North Island, I am

told that it grows to the length of three or four inches. Here I never

saw it longer than an inch and a half. The principal reptile is an

almost ubiquitous lizard.

Summing up, then, the whole of the vegetable and animal productions of

this settlement, I think that it is not too much to say that they are

decidedly inferior in beauty and interest to those of the old world.

You will think that I have a prejudice against the natural history of

Canterbury. I assure you I have no such thing; and I believe that

anyone, on arriving here, would receive a similar impression with

myself.

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