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Wanganui Herald, Volume XXXXVI, Issue 13335, 25 March 1911, Page 7

An East Coast storekeeper recently speculated in a .typewriter, hud made out lus monthly accounts with the machine. Darin" the next few days he was surprised at the remarkable manner in which a. large number of natives came to settle up old accounts. The reason for this haste its amusing’ side. The accounts being typewritten the Maoris took them as lawyers’ letters, and conscquentty lost no time in making their credit good.—Wairarapa Daily Times. The I'rench-Canadians have earned a •■•arid-wide reputation for their lanrc families, and not without adequate cause, rbere died recently at the age of 77 a man named J. B. Grouix, of°Hull, just across the Ottawa River, from Ottawa. He married early in life, and by his fust wilo had one child. To his second wife were born 21 children. When she died he again entered into the bonds of matrimony , and his family was swollen by the addition of 13 children, making 35 in all. This is perhaps an exceptional case, and yet a family of from 10 to 20 children is considered quite normal in the produce of Quebec. A special correspondent of the Auckland Star tells the story of the discovery of the new caves at \\ aiton;o which were opened by the Hon. T. Mackenzie on Tuesday. A genial Maori named Aranui was out one day replenishing the family larder with fresh pork when ho suddenly came on an opening in the steep hillside where his grunting quarry led him. Overcoming the natural native •aversion to things dark and unknown. Aranui struggled through the narrow path. As he got in lie lit a match, which, of course, went out, partly through agitation on the part of the holder and partly owing-to had air. The glimpse be bad in the moment of illumination was almost too much for him. “By Kerry,’’ says the author of the incident, “I think I see the taipo.” When lie got more light on the subject Aranui discovered that the fearsome object which had set his heart beating was one of the weird forms in which limestone delights, the image being rendered more satanic by the fitful and momentary glare of the match.