Is it a dream, and not a reality, that far-off time, when I wandered with Margaret through shady avenues, between groves of fragrant trees, by limpid streams, and flowing rivers in the sunny island of Tahiti? It all occurred so long ago, and yet how vividly I recall every circumstance attending those delightful rides, which ever had an aim in view – perhaps a particular point to be reached before we could be induced to turn our horses’ heads homeward.
Hort/Tahiti, 1891
it is impossible to do justice to the scenery and environment in ordinary language without adjectives galore. One must go, live, love, and appreciate for one’s self. Pacific life is unique, the native songs are unique, the people are unique and generous to a fault when not tainted by rascally merchants and scally-wag Europeans.
Wragge/Romance, 1906
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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