I have now received permission, and therefore publish the
following chapters, exactly, or very nearly exactly, as they were left
when I had finished editing my father's diaries, and the notes I took
down from his own mouth--with the exception, of course, of these last few
lines, hurriedly written as I am on the point of leaving England, of the
additions I made in 1892, on returning from my own three hours' stay in
Erewhon, and of the Postscript.
CHAPTER II: TO THE FOOT OF THE PASS INTO EREWHON
When my father reached the colony for which he had left England some
twenty-two years previously, he bought a horse, and started up country on
the evening of the day after his arrival, which was, as I have said, on
one of the last days of November 1890. He had taken an English saddle
with him, and a couple of roomy and strongly made saddle-bags. In these
he packed his money, his nuggets, some tea, sugar, tobacco, salt, a flask
of brandy, matches, and as many ship's biscuits as he thought he was
likely to want; he took no meat, for he could supply himself from some
accommodation-house or sheep-station, when nearing the point after which
he would have to begin camping out. He rolled his Erewhonian dress and
small toilette necessaries inside a warm red blanket, and strapped the
roll on to the front part of his saddle.
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