Then the sea! I can see poor old Jim's face now the day we went down to the port and he seen it for the first time.
'So we've got to the big waterhole at last,' he said.

'Don't it make a man feel queer and small to think of its going away right from here where we stand to the other side of the world?
It's a long way across.' 'Jim,' says I, 'and to think we've lived all our lives up to this time and never set eyes on it before.

Don't it seem as if one was shut up in the bush, or tied to a gum tree, so as one can never have a chance to see anything?
I wonder we stayed in it so long.' 'It's not a bad place, though it is rather slow and wired in sometimes,' says Jim.

'We might be sorry we ever left it yet.

When does the steamer go to Melbourne ?' 'The day after to-morrow.' 'I'll be glad to be clear off; won't you ?' We went to the theatre that night, and amused ourselves pretty well next day and till the time came for our boat to start for Melbourne.