We went by coastal steamer to a little port in the Bay of Plenty, and there we plunged into the Urewera Mountains.

My companions thought of nothing but the search for the source of the golden sands, but I was interested only in the ruby rock.
There lay the fortune, if I could find it.

I carried the specimen of corundum in my waistcoat pocket.
"The river we were ascending to its source was called the Araheoa.

It was a rushing, noisy torrent, winding along a deep and narrow gorge, which in places almost met overhead.

Some patches of olivine and serpentine encouraged me to think that we should find a heavy belt of the rock somewhere along the upper part of the valley, but my hopes were not realized.