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Gisborne Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2449, 13 March 1909, Page 11 (Supplement)

THE DAWN OF MIRAMA’S DAY, j (By Ralph Stock.) At four o’clock in the afternoon Carter flung a towel over his shoulder, whistled a mongrel terrier from fly-catching operations on the verandah -mats, and strolled listlessly down the winding paths of the plantation toward the sea. Every now -and then he stopped to examine a promising rubber plant or to release a banana, bud from the choking embrace of a creeping vine. Things were promising, highly promising, but it was far too hot to be enthusiastic about it. Tire sky vas a flaming sheet of copper/ merging m o a dull pewter as it neared the horizon, and the sun streamed down with a merciless persistency ■ • that scorcher everything it touched, from the maliogany colored skin of Cat tor s to "the good red earth about the banana and pine! apple plants. Down on tlie beach there was no relief. The Pacific was a blue mirror that reflected and intensified the sun’s rays into a blinding glare. ,