So I complied, much in the same language as I tell it now:-- You know that these great snow-ranges which tower up to the west of us are, farther south, of great breadth, and that none have yet forced their way from the country of the Ovens and the Mitta Mitta through here to Gipp's-land.
The settlers who have just taken up that country, trying to penetrate to the eastward here towards us, find themselves stopped by a mighty granite wall.

Any adventurous men, who may top that barrier, see nothing before them but range beyond range of snow Alps, intersected by precipitous cliffs, and frightful chasms.
This westward range is called the Bougongs.

The blacks during summer are in the habit of coming thus far to collect and feed on the great grey moths (Bougongs) which are found on the rocks.

They used to report that a fine available country lies to the east embosomed in mountains, rendered fertile by perpetual snow-fed streams.

This is the more credible, as it is evident that between the Bougong range on the west and the Warragong range on the extreme east, towards us, there is a breadth of at least eighty miles.
There lived a few years ago, not very far from the Ovens-river, a curious character, by name John Sampson.