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Portrait of Frank G. Carpenter Frank G. Carpenter Australia, New Zealand and some islands of the South seas

The morning was clear when we sailed into Wellington harbour and cast anchor before the capital city of the island dominion. On going ashore I found Wellington rather like an American than a British town. It has more than one hundred thousand people and is growing like a green bay tree. The city lies in a nest in the hills, with its business streets round the harbour, some of them built upon land reclaimed from the sea. The houses are mostly of wood, and one of the government buildings is said to be the biggest wooden structure in the world.
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Portrait of Frank G. Carpenter Frank G. Carpenter Australia, New Zealand and some islands of the South seas

Stand on deck beside me and take a look at a storm off the coast of New Zealand. The green water of the shallow sea rolls toward us in vast waves. It is a seething, boiling mass. Our steamer mounts sea-green hills spotted with foam, and plunges down into valleys blanketed with white. Great billows chase one another like racehorses over the roads of the sea. They roar as they run with a noise like the thunder of a thousand Niagaras.
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Portrait of Frank G. Carpenter Frank G. Carpenter Australia, New Zealand and some islands of the South seas

No other country is so thoroughly unionized, and nowhere else does organized labour go so far toward running both the government and business. There are unions of sheep shearers and factory workers; unions of rabbit trappers and harness makers; there are unions for occupations I hardly knew existed. Six hundred thousand people, or one out of every nine of the population, belong to labour unions of one kind or another.
This continent is also the home of the eight-hour day. It was established in Australia and New Zealand long before workers in other countries even began to demand it.
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