Railway Reflections.
Incidents relating to the railway and station selected from Alice Webbs book ‘Pilgrimage ‘, mostly taken as direct quotes.
Like most English emigrants to New Zealand the Webbs travelled first by train, from Birmingham to London to catch the boat, on a standard gauge mainline express.
In NZ they arrived by boat in Napier, then travelled to Ormondville by narrow gauge train stopping at all letterboxes. Alice recalls that “Annie and I, the two younger daughters … greatly enjoyed the journey … the journey by train was full of interest. We were met at the station by Mr Skinner, the local baker, who was also the owner of the accommodation house. ”
“Our post office was then part of the railway station, and mother was much annoyed when letters from our brother Arthur were delivered with the stamps torn from the envelopes. This only happened when his letters were written in the long vacation, when he was ‘bear leading’ on the Continent, seeing Switzerland, France, Belgium, and other countries at the expense of the wealthy parents of backward sons. Had our stamp-collecting stationmaster asked for these stamps he would probably have got them, but he took no risk of refusal. A news-paper at the time reported this issue. Residents were too scared to argue with the stationmaster because he became irate and threatened to delay the delivery of letters in retaliation.
When the Webbs arrived a constable in charge of the district was resident in Ormondville. There was also a courthouse in which the magistrate held monthly sittings. However the police residence and lock-up had not yet been built. “If it was necessary to lock anyone up, they were put into the ladies’ waiting room at the railway station.” This was quite a practical arrangement as it had an inside toilet and just one window.
In the old days when entertainments were few, the railway station of any town was the meeting place for young people to ‘hang about’ in the evenings. Alice reports that the young lads of Ormondville, too, had “the custom of gathering at the station to see the last train come in.”
Napier was not then a very healthy town, owing to the swamp which was later reclaimed and became Napier South. The doctors often ordered children up to our village (by train) in hot summers, and inhabitants made money by letting rooms or even cottages to such visitors. These people benefited by our mountain air, Ormondville being nearly 1000 feet above sea level, as well as by the fresh fruit, milk and vegetables available. (A 1910 travel guide still listed Ormondville as a resort town).
In the 1880’s, the roads in the district were largely unformed and so the railway was commonly used (illegally) as a footpath. “Coming from the settled and orderly life of the Old Country, with a possible radius of three miles well supplied with road and lanes, the emergencies which arose in a bush settlement in the process of civilisation must often have put a heavy strain on him (Webb), especially as he was past middle age when he came to New Zealand.
“I well remember a dark night in mid-winter, when a gale blew and the rain fell in torrents, he learned that a woman lay dying at Matamau and a new born infant awaited baptism.
“The horses had been turned out before dark and could not be found, so carrying a lantern, he set out to walk seven miles (10km) along the railway track which was the shortest way, crossing open trestle bridges without handrails where one had to step from sleeper to sleeper in the flickering light from his lantern. (These were the lofty Makotuku and Matamau viaducts)
“He got there two or three minutes after the woman died. The baby lived and was adopted by friends, and the other children were brought up by relatives.
“After a short rest, when he had baptised the baby, and arranged to return a day or two later for the funeral, he patiently walked home again, arriving tired out in the grey dawn.
“Other problems presented themselves in his pastoral work among the souls committed to his care easy to deal with. One of these was the extraordinary exchange of wives by two railway surface men.
“Man number one decided that he liked the wife of number two, who held the same sentiment with regard to wife number one. So after a friendly discussion they decided to swap. There were children involved in each case. Some people telling the story say that a sack of sugar changed hands to balance the deal.”
This concludes the Literary Webb Women feature. The Webb family departed Ormondville in 1891 and shifted to Gisborne where Canon Webb took take charge of the diocese. He returned upon retirement and died in Ormondville in 1903 and is buried in the cemetery.
The Webb writings provide a colourful insight into some Ormondville lives in the founding period and I hope you enjoyed them as much as I did.
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