PICNIC AT THE CAVES, COLLINGWOOD.

Colonist, Volume XXXIV, Issue 7009, 12 May 1891, Page 3

PICNIC AT THE CAVES, COLLINGWOOD.

[MOM A COREESPOHDENr.j Oh Tuesday, April 21, the little township of Collingwood was early astir, horsemen and vehicles of all descriptions were seen wending their way to the Caves, where a monster picnic wai held, given in honor of some distinguished tourists from the North Island. The caves are situated about nine miles from the port, and the road is comparatively easy, with the exception of the last mile. The camping ground was reached at 11 a.m., and after a sumptuous repast, the whole party proceeded to inspect the first cave, the mouth of which is covered in foliage. The oandles were lit, and the procession, numbering 70, moved on. On entering the sight was a most imposing one ; on all sides were seen in beautiful and fantastic shapes, pillars, arches, and galleries, all of the purest white limestone. About 100 yards from the mouth, the cave widens considerably, and far above was seen a spacious gallery, looking as if hewn out of pure marble. About sixty of the party ascended by an easy path, and one of the ladies, accompanied on the violin, sang an old and favorite song, " The Old Folks at Home," in the chorus of which the whole company joined. The music seemed most enchanting, rendered, as it was, in such a " dim, religious light." In exploring further, a large and dangerous hole was suddenly dis- ! covered right in the floor of the cave. This is said to have been dug by some enterprising Goth, in search of moa bones — (he ought to have been sent to the ruins of Ninevah to work off His surplus energy). After this No. 2 cave was inspected. This is equally beautiful, but is not so easy of access. It is a source of regret that there are people so selfish as to take pleasure in destroying and defacing the natural beauties of these wonderful caves. But it is too true ; great quantities of the limestone treasures have been brokan off and carried away, and the work of destruction is still going on. Something ought to be done to prevent this— possibly the Land Board may do something in the matter. Time would not allow of the third cave being entered, for the shadows were lengthening fast. Tea being ready, all partook of it under the shade of a large apple tree, in the garden -adjoining a little rustic hut, hard by, The horses were then put to for the return journey, and home was reached just at dark, all having spent a most enjoyable day.