Yarning there on the inner shore of the great fiord, with the Bowen Falls making page 26 a perpetual background of water thunder, or by the blazing tawai logs in the snug living-room of his accommodation house, Donald Sutherland told us about his early adventurous years. A native of Wick, he went to sea when a lad, and served in the brigs and schooners around the British coast before he joined the clipper ship that brought him out to this part of the world. From 1863 to 1870 he was soldiering against the Maoris, with an interlude of gold-digging. He was a militia-man, a water transport man on the Waikato River in General Cameron's time, an Armed Constabulary man under Whitmore. The Waikato and Taranaki wars, the East Coast expeditions after Te Kooti, the Urewera and Taupo campaigns, he fought in them all. He was in more than forty engagements, pa-stormings and skirmishes in his time. He had wild tales to tell of bush warfare, and of headhunting in the pursuit of Titokowaru's Hauhaus. In his Milford home he had quite an armoury of guns, ranging from his old muzzle-loader to his warpath carbine and modern rifles.