Here's an excerpt from after they've arrived in New Zealand:
"A bar of sunlight woke Jack in the morning. He edged away from the sleeping Archie and stepped outside. Every piece of him ached with stiffness and his shoulder reminded him of its old bruises. He moved out into the centre of the clearing and looked around at its encircling trees, at the Sugarloaf towering above, and at Mount Bradley with its squared-off crags, like the Egyptian Sphinx he had seen in a book; and a joyful thought came surging up inside him.
Father will never find us here."
|Gabriel's Gully during the goldrush of the 1860s. |
From 'Sir George Grey Special Collections, Auckland Libraries, AWNS-19110601-2-1 '