This morning we set off on horseback for another bath, obtained after a ride of about 5 miles. Villages and towns peep up all over the place and on the crest of each hill is usually a picturesque old windmill – “Behold! a giant am I.”* Standing in the bath I found myself face to face with another nude, and a very familiar one, Campbell who was in the same office with me in Auckland.
* First line of ‘The Windmill’ by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:
Behold! a giant am I!
Aloft here in my tower,
With my granite jaws I devour
The maize, and the wheat, and the rye,
And grind them into flour.
Walk March 