In the bright gleams of the morning, in this Austral land of dawning, it was beautiful to survey this little spot; everything seemed in miniature here--little hills, little glen, little trees, little tarn, and little water.

Though the early mornings were cool and pleasant, the days usually turned out just the opposite.

On the 11th Mr.Carmichael and I got fresh horses, and I determined to try the country more to the south, and leaving Alec Robinson and the little dog Monkey again in charge of glen, and camp, and tarn, away we went in that direction.

At first we travelled over sandhills, timbered with the fine Casuarina decaisneana, or desert oak; we then met some eucalyptus-trees growing promiscuously on the tops of the sandhills, as well as in the hollows.

At twelve miles we rode over a low ridge; the country in advance appeared no more inviting than that already travelled.