_SPORTS._
A grand opportunity for an energetic bushranger might be found on the
Pahi regatta and sports day, generally held in January. Then every
one, masters, mistresses, children, and servants turn out, and leave
houses and their contents to look after themselves. It is one of the
chief events we look forward to in our uneventful lives up here, and a
most sociable and enjoyable day is always spent, for every one seems
light-hearted and happy on a Pahi sports day. Luncheon parties are
given on board cutters, owned by neighbouring settlers, and moored so
as to command a good view of the races; picnic parties are held on the
bright shelly beach, while the settlers who live in the township itself
keep open house.
Our punt usually conveys us to the scene of gaiety, distant about four
miles by water, though over twelve by land. It was on our first visit
on a regatta day that I became acquainted with a singular colonial
institution known by the name of "planting." My introduction came about
in this way. I had not long disembarked my wife and children at the
township, after a somewhat boisterous trip, when a gentleman whose
acquaintance I had lately made came up, and after shaking hands with
us all, whispered mysteriously in my ear that he had a plant near,
and wished me to come with him. Having secured seats for my party,
I followed, wondering what sort of plant it could possibly be that
required mentioning in such strangely subdued tones. My conductor soon
came to a clump of tea tree, where, stooping down, he commenced groping
about among the undergrowth, and at last produced a bottle containing
some liquid, which I shortly after discovered to be brandy and water.
What a curious plant! and in what a curious position to find it! The
tea tree (symbolical of blue ribbonism) protecting and sheltering the
deadly brandy and water plant. Here is food for reflection indeed,
but let it pass! There were plants (of the class alcoholic) in all
directions that day, from the humble beer to the haughty three star
brandy plant.
An hotel has since been opened in Pahi, and there is now no necessity
for planting, though the system--which will doubtless strike with
horror some of my readers--is still in vogue in most country districts
on the occasion of any public gathering. In common justice, I am bound
to say that I saw no one on that day at Pahi the slightest degree the
worse for the peculiar gardening operations; in fact, unless like a
bee gathering honey from flower to flower, some thirsty soul had made
a round of the plants, which he could only do on receiving a general
invitation from the proprietors, they were harmless enough, and the
system must be regarded simply as a method adopted by colonials to show
good fellowship.
To return to the regatta. Three or four hundred persons were by
this time assembled. My wife had joined, by invitation, a party of
ladies--the wives of some of Mr. Hay's heroes in "Brighter Britain"--on
board one of the moored yachts, and I leave her deeply engaged in that
enjoyment so dear to most ladies--a good gossip--and stroll on to the
wharf to see the cutter race started. After some little delay, and a
good deal of shouting, the seven boats entered for the contest are
in position, the gun is fired from the umpire's boat for the start,
and they all become suddenly covered with canvas, and are off. It is
blowing half a gale--but what care they. Up go their gaff topsails, and
the boats careen over until you can almost see their keels. Most of
them carry extra hands for ballast, and this live ballast hangs itself
over the windward rail. Away they go, till they look like toy yachts
in the distance. Now they round the buoy, and beat up for home. One
boat misses stays and goes ashore, another carries away her topmast,
and a third springs her bowsprit and gives in. But nobody seems to
mind--every one appears happy--owners of the damaged crafts and all.
On the wharf, which is crowded, a little mild betting goes on, and a
gentleman (an old Etonian) gets up a shilling sweepstake in his hat.
Bang goes the gun, as the first boat passes the winning post. Bang
again, and the second boat is in. Then a voice whispers in my ear,
"Come along, I've got a plant;" and I retire with the whisperer, and
have a glass of ale.
While the cutter race is progressing a rowing match is started, and
then a punt race is rowed, followed by another sailing race for open
boats, a Maori race, and a model yacht race. After all the boat events
have been run off, walking a greasy boom fixed out from the end of
the wharf is indulged in; and after that the landsmen have a turn, and
a move is made for the greensward, which reaches down to the beach.
Here are erected hurdles for horse-jumping, in which several Maoris
(who are great at sports) are competitors; next comes pole leaping,
long jumping, foot races, &c.; and the sports conclude with an obstacle
race, in which the competitors have to crawl through bottomless tubs,
and overcome all sorts of carefully devised impediments to their
passage. A concert and dance in the public hall conclude a most
enjoyable day's amusement. At its conclusion, horses are saddled, boats
and punts got ready, and the assembly melts away, leaving the pretty
township of Pahi bathed in the glorious light of the full moon, which
here and there shines brightly on the sapless remains of the now no
longer regarded colonial alcoholic plants.
Another great break in our monotony up here is the Matakohe Annual
Race Meeting, in connection with which I at present hold the position
of Hon. Secretary and Treasurer. At our last meeting, held in March,
about four hundred persons assembled on the racecourse, and a capital
day's sport was enjoyed. We had a grand stand capable of seating three
hundred, refreshment booths, saddling paddock, weighing room, a tent
for the Secretary, and a Judge's box. The jockeys all rode in colours,
and the scene was altogether a very brilliant and enlivening one. The
following events were run off during the day:--
The Maiden Plate, over a mile and a half course. Nine horses started,
and winner received seven pounds.
Settlers' Race Handicap. Two miles course. Six started, and winner
received seven pounds.
Handicap Hurdle Race. Two miles course, with eight sets of three feet
six inch hurdles. Four started, and winner received eight pounds ten
shillings, and second horse one pound five shillings.
Hack Hurdles, over a mile and a half course and six flights of hurdles.
Five started, and winner received five pounds.
Maori Race, over a mile and a half course. Only three horses started,
and winner received five pounds.
_Matakohe Cup Handicap._ Two miles. Seven started. Winner received
thirteen pounds ten shillings, and second horse one pound ten
shillings.
A Trotting Race, Pony Race, and Consolation Handicap, the winners
carrying off between them twelve pounds, completed the events of the
day.
Order was sustained by half the police force in the whole district,
consisting of one constable of portly dimensions, backed by an
imposing uniform and a shako. The money for the prizes was supplied
by the takings at the gates, the nomination and acceptance fees, and
the subscriptions of the members of the Club. There was no betting
beyond a few shilling sweepstakes got up in the old Etonian's hat. No
drunkenness disturbed the harmony of the day, or the equanimity of
our stalwart protector. Legitimate sport, and nothing else, called us
together, and legitimate sport we enjoyed to our hearts' content.
I am confident that great good results from such gatherings as the
two I have described--the Pahi Regatta and the Matakohe Races. In the
former, several of the competing cutters and boats, and all the punts,
are locally built, and wholesome rivalry is excited among the builders,
tending to improve the class of boat turned out by them. In the case of
the races, the tendency is to improve the breed of horses, and to study
more closely the most important animal in the colony.
These social gatherings also do good in another way, by bringing
about a general hand-shaking and wiping out for a time of the petty
jealousies and the miserable little bickerings and quarrels that too
often exist among a certain class in these little settlements. Among
such people the slightest thing is sufficient to cause a break in
friendship. If Jones does not vote the same way as Brown, smash goes
their acquaintance; if Robinson afterwards asks the discarded Jones to
spend the evening, he is cut dead by Brown immediately; and if Mrs.
Robinson appears in chapel with a more gaudy bonnet than Mrs. Jones
possesses, the demon jealousy is at once aroused, and a coolness takes
place between the two families.
The most active agent, however, in producing discord among the settlers
is the law relating to straying cattle. As it at present stands, no
compensation can be obtained for damage done by straying cattle unless
the land trespassed on is enclosed by what is termed "a legal fence,"
which must be of a certain height and of certain forms of construction.
A summons may certainly be taken out for trespass, and the owner of
the cattle fined one shilling per head, but to do this involves a great
loss of time, and is very little satisfaction.
The result of this law is that the man who has good feed on his land
has to erect fences unnecessarily strong for the restraint of his own
cattle, in order to keep out his neighbour's wandering animals. It
certainly causes cattle to be very cheap, but at the same time does
great injury to the legitimate farmer, who will not take advantage of
this miserable piece of legislation, and who keeps his paddocks in good
grass, and his beasts in proper restraint. Many settlers systematically
breed calves, which, when about three months old, they brand with their
initials, and turn out on the roads to get their living as best they
may, knowing that if they do break into a neighbour's paddock, the
chances are that they can show he has not a legal fence.
Surely it would be more just if the law made it compulsory for a man
to fence sufficiently to keep his own cattle in, and not oblige him
to fence to keep other people's out. Suppose twelve men take up land
near together, only one of whom owns cattle, while the others crop and
grow fruit trees, does it not seem grossly unjust that, in order to
place themselves in a position to obtain damages, the eleven should
be obliged to erect legal fences round their properties to keep out
the twelfth man's cattle? Yet this is the law as it stands at present
in New Zealand, and any change in it would probably meet with a great
amount of opposition. We pay dearly enough for our laws out here,
however, and the motto of all law-makers should be _Fiat justitia ruat
cœlum_.