CHAPTER XXXI.
AUCKLAND.

PLENDID!” said Uncle
Nat, and in the exact
sense of the word, was the
view splendid. A bright New
Zealand sun was shining down
on sea and land, as the An-
telope moved into Auckland
Harbor. A strong wind was
behind it, and before it were

the many little waves, each

 

foam-crested, as if they were

A MARINE FLOWER-POT.

hammocks of blue im which
white sea-gulls were sitting and swinging. On one side of the entrance
was Ranjitoto Island, lifting into the air three volcanic peaks, their con-
cial shapes suggesting three tents. On the other side was North Head,
carrying two more volcanic peaks. On either side was a deserted
encampment of fire-gods.

“ And that is Auckland, Uncle Nat?”

“Yes, Rick, that is Auckland ; and she is a beauty!”

The homes of almost thirty thousand people were massed on the
rising ground before them, while at its wharves tapered the masts of
vessels belonging to various nations. But Auckland is noticed in a

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