He told me that times had been bad at Invercargill, and that he had started for fresh pastures, had worked his passage up as mate in a small craft from the south, and, arriving in Port Underwood, had swagged his calico tent over the hill, and was now living in it, pitched in the manuka scrub.

The Ceremonies cease, but yet the Creede / Contained therein, continues gospelly, / That make my feeble Spirits will grow frim.

Fika is casual by nature, so there's no need to get fancy.

Davies's cross was headed away from danger by Robert Huth, only for Baird to take the ball in his stride and rifle his right-footed effort towards the corner from the edge of the box.