CHAPTER X.

TASMANIA AND VICTORIA.

_Friday, October 24th, Invercargill._--The morning had come on which we

were leaving New Zealand, and it was blowing a terrible hurricane.

As we went in the train down to the "Bluff," we received no encouragement

as to the abatement of the wind in the waving of the tussock-grass and

ti-tree waste we passed through. A simoon was being raised on the vast

sand dunes in the distance.

Arrived at the "Bluff," we found the greatest difficulty, from the

violence of the wind, in walking along the wooden pier to where we saw

the red funnel of the Union S.S. Company's _Manapouri_. It blinded and

deafened us, and we narrowly escaped a terrible accident with an engine

that was tearing down upon C., who was walking between the rails on the

pier. The driver was not looking, and the noise of the wind carried away

all sound of the approaching locomotive. I happened to turn round at the

moment when it was just on him, and, with a shriek of horror, was just in

time to seize and pull him out of the way.

The "Bluff" is the most detestable place--a cape lying out into the sea

where a perpetual gale rages.

The steamer would not sail till six in the evening, having only arrived

late that morning, after a terrible night at sea, in the teeth of a

head-wind. The passengers in the Social Hall certainly looked as if much

suffering had been their lot. All the afternoon the crew were lading

grain, and taking on board a large number of cattle. The poor beasts were

slung off the railway-trucks and lowered on to the decks by means of a

steam-winch, and ropes passed round the body. It was piteous to see their

look of terror when suspended in mid-air.

Never were ship people more thoughtful for the comfort of their

passengers than on this occasion, when they gave us dinner at half-past

five instead of six, that we might have it over before starting; for

I venture to say that twenty minutes after starting nearly all the

passengers were prostrate in their berths.

No one thought of looking out for the coast-line of Stewart's Island,

which is sometimes called the South Island and the other the Middle

Island. We had a most terrible night's tossing in the Foveaux Straits,

all so very, very ill. We had the advantage of having two cabins opposite

each other, but they were very far forward, quite in the bows of the

boat, and so we had the full benefit of the motion.

Saturday, the 25th, and Sunday, the 26th, were very blank days for us

both, lying miserably ill in our berths. We heard in the distance the

strains of the morning and evening service, and around us the more

melancholy sounds of many sufferers. To add to our deep depression, C.

remembered, and called feebly out to me, that we were thus miserably

keeping an anniversary of our wedding-day.

Generally I can count myself a fair sailor, but during this voyage of

four days I was pitilessly ill, and C. ate absolutely nothing the whole

time.

We were under water for the first forty-eight hours, the waves washing

over the hurricane and main decks, and a port-hole having been "stove in"

at our end, the water swished down through the passage and into some of

the cabins.

_Tuesday, October 28th._--Since daylight the coast of Tasmania had been

in sight, and going up on deck after breakfast we were just passing by

the headland of a curious formation, exactly resembling the Giant's

Causeway, or Iona and Staffa. Here we entered the bay formed by the River

Derwent opening out to the sea; on which river twelve miles higher up

lies the town of Hobart, the capital of Tasmania.

We were alongside the wharf by 10.30, and in haste to set foot on

terra-firma.

I explored the chief street of the town--Manchester Street--whilst C.

went to call on the Governor, Sir George Strahan. We found that his

Excellency and his Private Secretary, the Hon. John Wallop, were coming

by the steamer to Melbourne. Hobart has a very dull, sleepy look, and the

people we met in the streets seemed to be chiefly the passengers off the

_Manapouri_. The town, like the whole of Tasmania, is utterly devoid of

enterprise. The colony contains 127,000 inhabitants, of whom 2000 are in

Hobart. So little has been done to improve the land, that the beef and

mutton for home consumption have to be imported from New Zealand--witness

our cargo of cattle--and the only flourishing industry is the jam trade,

of which 150,000 lbs. are annually sent to Victoria.

Tasmania is an island rich in beautiful scenery--_extremely_ beautiful

all Australians tell you,--its mountain-ranges culminate in the lofty

peaks of the Cradle Mountain, Ben Lomond, and Mount Humboldt. It is

clothed with forests, in which the gum-trees attain to an extraordinary

height. The climate is perfect, with a clear atmosphere and cool breeze,

so that Tasmania has come to be the great sanatorium of Australia. When

the heat of the summer declares itself in Melbourne and Sydney, there

is a general exodus to Tasmania, and Hobart is gay during its season

of three months. It seemed to me as if the Australians must be rather

pushed to it for a watering-place if they make Hobart their principal one.

The _Manapouri_ had gone round to the cattle-wharf to swim the cattle

ashore, and, thus stranded, we wandered about exploring the dull

sleepiness of the little town. Then we went for a drive through the

Domain in order that I might see Government House. It is a beautiful

castellated mansion, built in the old days of transportation to Van

Diemen's Land, and when convict labour was cheap. The gardens run down

to the Derwent, whose waters are so still and broad that you quite think

it is a lake in the park. We drove next through Macquarie Street, an

interminable street, called after a former governor, who gave his name to

many places, perpetuating it seemingly as far and as long as possible.

On either side were the fashionable residences of Hobart, small houses

standing back from the road, like suburban villas. Already we saw no tree

but the "eternal gum-tree," which alone flourishes in Australia. Its dull

blue foliage formed the covering to the extreme summit of the rounded

dome of Mount Wellington. Our drive to the Cascade ended in the Cascade

Brewery, the waterfall being a walk of a mile farther.

C. paid a long visit to Mr. Solly, the Under-Secretary, who gave him a

great deal of information about Tasmania. The Premier, the Hon. Adye

Douglas, was unfortunately out of town for the day, but he came on board

later in the evening. We went at four to the House of Assembly. They

accommodated us with chairs on the floor of the House, and it was most

uncomfortably shy work, passing before the Speaker's chair to reach them

in the face of the assembled members.

We took on board an immense theatrical troupe of sixty, and their

paraphernalia and scenery, which had to be lowered scene by scene into

the hold, delaying us for two hours, so that it was eight o'clock before

we left Hobart.

We had half thought of going overland from Hobart to Launceston, so as to

see the interior of Tasmania, but we were deterred by the twelve hours'

crossing of Bass's Straits in a wretched steamer. We bought some of the

pretty Tasmanian shells, but I was disappointed in not being able to get

any of the native cat-skins, whose soft dark fur with white spots makes

such pretty trimmings. They are scarce now, as Government has protected

them from the too great depredations that were being practised. The same

protection has also had to be extended to the opossums to save them from

total annihilation.

[Illustration: Government House, Melbourne.

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_Thursday, October 30th._--About 11 a.m. we entered the Heads at Port

Phillip, passing into the beautiful Hobson's Bay, which extends for

forty miles on either side of us, and is forty miles in length from the

Heads to the mouth of the Yarra. The weather became instantly warmer

in the bay, and every one came up on deck to sun themselves. We passed

the little island on which lies the watering-place of Queenscliff,

a few houses, with a monster hotel. Later on the Quarantine Station

and Sorrento, a favourite resort for holiday-makers, and then we saw

Melbourne, or rather its two suburbs of Brighton and St. Kilda. Twenty

miles off there were the dark ranges of Dandenong, a spur of the Gipps

Land Mountains forming a gloomy background to Melbourne, and to the

west Geelong on the Bay of Como, with the single peak of the "Anakies."

All vessels have to pass ten miles up the Yarra, and anchor at the

docks at Williamstown. At the mouth of the river opposite Sandridge

we stopped to take the pilot on board, and the steam launch, with the

Governor's Aide-de-camp, sent to meet the Governor of Tasmania, came

alongside. Captain Hughes was the bearer of a letter from the Governor,

Sir Henry Brougham Loch, with a cordial invitation to us to Government

House. We landed at the wharf at Sandridge. There was a guard of

honour of the Victorian Permanent Artillery Force drawn up to salute

the Governor, and Mr. Chomley, the Chief Commissioner of the Victoria

Constabulary, welcomed us. Long before we arrived at Government House

we saw the enormous pile of buildings, with the tower which forms the

finest Government House of the colonies, and is the largest stone

dwelling-house in Australasia. Some people think the building extremely

ugly, and talk of the tower as the "chimney of a manufactory," but in

any case it presents a suitably imposing appearance. Passing through

the stone gateway, with the carved armorial bearings, and the lodge

used as a guard-house, we drove up to one of the several handsome

portico entrances. The arrangement of the reception-rooms is excellent.

They are entirely apart from the everyday rooms, and have two separate

entrances (one of which is kept as the _entrée_), that leads to the

yellow satin-lined drawing-room, the state dining-room, and magnificent

ball-room, which is twenty feet longer than that of Buckingham Palace.

The party staying in the house were Sir William Robinson, Governor

of South Australia, and Miss Robinson, with Mr. Williams as A.D.C.,

Sir George Strahan and Mr. Wallop, Lord William Nevill and the staff,

consisting of Lord Castlerosse, Captain Trail, Captain Seymour Hughes,

and Mr. Sturgis.

C. and I went into the town in the afternoon to fetch our letters at

the post-office, and were gladdened by a large budget of home news. We

were struck with the excellent arrangements for obtaining the letters,

and the post-office is a magnificent building outside. It seemed so

strange and bewildering at first, to see crowded streets once more, the

carriages going in single file, and the people jostling each other on the

pavements; for all the country-folk are in town just now, come up for

"the Cup" and the race-week.

In the evening we went to a grand fancy ball, given by Sir William and

Lady Clarke at the Town Hall, which was beautifully decorated with

flowers; the platform at the end being made into a bower of tree-ferns.

The ball was a magnificent sight, with 1200 people in costumes of every

period, interspersed with uniforms of the navies and armies of several

nations. The dresses were much more elaborate and expensive than you

would generally see at a fancy ball in England.

It was very strange to think that night of our first introduction to

Australia--a fancy ball in Melbourne; very strange to think of a round

of gaieties going on in the Antipodes, with not less "rush" than in the

London season at home.

Saturday, November 1st, was the "Derby Day" of the Melbourne races. We

left Government House at noon, a party of fourteen on the coach, with

the Governor driving. They had considerately watered the roads, and we

did not suffer from the dust, which usually rises in clouds in the broad

streets of Melbourne. We drove round to the members' entrance, and up

the centre of the course, pulling up opposite to the judge's stand. The

Governor and Lady Loch were conducted to the vice-regal box in the centre

of the stand by the stewards and the secretary of the Victoria Racing

Club, Mr. Byron Moore, the band playing "God save the Queen;" and the

first race, fixed for 1 p.m., then came off. There was general interest

taken in this race, on account of many of the horses running in it being

entered for "the Cup."

The Flemington race-course is extremely pretty, much more so than the

course at Ascot, and the arrangements for the races are quite perfect in

every respect. There is a beautiful lawn in front of the grand stand,

on which the band plays, with a raised concrete terrace leading to the

stand. Above that again is the artificial hill on which you see placarded

sundry numbers. These numbers indicate the rendezvous of the smaller

bookmakers after the race, for which privilege they pay a yearly rent

of 10_l_. There are luncheon and refreshment rooms, and the ladies'

cloakrooms are large and spacious, with every toilette requisite, even

down to the pin-cushion with needles ready threaded with different shades

of silk, and which we were shown with great pride, as an example of the

completeness of the minor details. The charge for the stand is only 10s.,

all inclusive. There is a separate room for the Press, communicating

with the top of the stand, where they have their own operators and

telegraph-line. Thus they can come down from the stand and send off the

result instantly after witnessing the race. There is no rowdyism and no

crowding; everybody is well-dressed and well-behaved. The betting-ring

is away from the stand and lawn, and bookmakers are not allowed beyond

the board marked "Silence!" There is a machine on the judge's stand, the

spring of which the starter presses as the horses are off, and the hand

goes round during the race, marking the minutes and seconds. The course

was capitally cleared by the mounted police.

It was a very pretty sight, warm and sunny on the lawn and not

unpleasantly crowded. People were magnificently, and, with a very few

glaring exceptions, tastefully dressed. The tendency here is always

towards bright and rather too striking contrasts; but pretty faces and

pretty gowns were plentiful. The Racing Club provided the luncheon for

the Governor and his party in the reserved room at the back of the stand,

and there was a profusion of invitations to tea in the tents by the

reserved space for carriages and the two or three four-in-hands which

appeared.

The great race of the day, the "Derby of Australasia," was run at 3.30.

Bargo was the hot favourite, but came in at the finish nowhere, and Rufus

proved the winner of the Derby, amid intense excitement.

We left immediately afterwards, the Governor being cheered as he drove

off the course.

We went to the Bijou Theatre in the evening, when Miss de Grey's Company

performed "Moths" by "vice-regal command," as we learnt by the white

satin printed programmes.

As we came out we heard the sound of dull cheers at the entrance, and

the police with difficulty kept the path open for the Governor and Lady

Loch; the enthusiastic crowd broke through as they drove off, and a most

exciting scene ensued, the policemen vainly pommelling and fisticuffing

the good-natured roughs, and we entered the carriage amid a general

scrimmage. It was only the true "larrikin" element, showing itself after

the races and on a Saturday night.

_Sunday, November 2nd._--We went to a church, chiefly remarkable for the

extraordinary height of its pulpit; and walked to it along the dusty

bit of the St. Kilda road, and over the cranky wooden bridge. There is

a dispute between the town and the adjoining municipality about the

possession of this particular piece of road, and neither will allow its

watering-carts to go over it--with destructive results.

The Botanical Gardens which we went through in the afternoon are most

beautifully kept, with acres of mown grass, bright borders of flowers,

and shrubs and trees of all kinds. There is a very pretty fern-tree

gully, and a large artificial sheet of water, forming a lake in the

centre. The gardens lie on the slope of two hills, and the paths winding

in and out give it a very extensive appearance. They adjoin the garden

of Government House, and Baron von Mueller has been greatly instrumental

in their attaining to their present excellence. Such brilliant masses

of flowers we saw growing in wild luxuriance. There were rose-bushes

trailing on the ground, orange and lemon groves, camellias, and

magnolias, bougainvillea and boronia, mixing with all our familiar

commoner kinds, as geranium, verbena, lobelia, heliotrope, convolvulus,

oleander, larkspur, cape jessamine, and many others.

_Monday, November 3rd._--We determined not to let another day pass

without seeing something of Melbourne and its public buildings. We took

a hansom and drove down Swanston, Collins, and Bourke Streets. Collins

Street is the fashionable promenade, and crowded in the afternoon. One

of the most noticeable things about the streets of a town like this is

the absence of tramways, only omnibuses and hansoms ply, and that curious

"growler" of Melbourne, the two-wheeled, covered waggonette. They are

laying wood pavement in Collins Street, and are talking of having cable

cars. There is a strict "rule of the road" here which obliges drivers to

walk across all crossings. We passed the Mint and the new Law Courts;

drove up to Sir Samuel Wilson's beautiful hall, which he has built and

presented to the town at a cost of 30,000_l._; round the Medical College

and Museum; and beyond to Ormond College, built by Mr. Ormond. We saw

Exhibition Buildings, where the International Melbourne Exhibition was

held in 1800-81; the Roman Catholic Cathedral; and then we came to the

Parliamentary Buildings.

Mr. Jenkins, Clerk of the House, showed us through these. They are at

present unfinished; but from the model that we saw in the hall, they will

be a splendid pile of buildings when finished, surmounted by a dome, and

estimated to cost 1,200,000_l._ The contract will soon be decided on,

but for the past three years the members from various parts of Victoria

have been disagreeing over the material for the building, each member

advocating the stone found in his particular district. The library is

a fine room, with a gallery upstairs devoted to the local newspapers

interesting to the individual members. The house of assembly is very

commonplace; but the Legislative Council chamber is rather original,

decorated in crimson and gold and lighted from the half-domes in the

ceiling. It looks like the room of some old Italian palace. The Council

is elected by the people for five years, differing in this from New

Zealand and some of the other colonies of Australia, where the members

of the Legislative Council are nominated by the Governor for life. The

Legislative Assembly is elected by universal suffrage, and the members

receive a salary of 300_l._ a year. The vestibule is very fine and

painted dead white, with a marble statue of the Queen in the centre.

There is of course a dining-room and bar attached; but there is also the

unusual provision of two billiard-tables. They affirm that it operates

as the best "whip," and that Government and Opposition members are

thrown together by it, and lose somewhat of their mutual acerbity in the

friendly conflict of the billiard-balls.

We next drove to the Public Library, a low stone building with a broad

flight of steps; it includes the Picture Gallery and Museum. In the

latter there are models of some splendid nuggets found in Victoria,

including those of the famous "Blanche Barkly" and "Welcome" nuggets,

that weigh over 2000 ounces each. The Picture Gallery is the nucleus of

a good national collection which is forming. They have several pictures

by our R.A.'s, and the latest addition to it has been Miss Thompson's

"Roll Call," for which they have given the sum of 4000_l._[3]

The Library is much frequented by all classes, especially in the

newspaper-room, where we saw many working-men looking at the papers. It

contains some very interesting and valuable books and prints, many of

which have been collected and arranged by Sir George Verdon, who takes

great personal interest in the Library.

Melbourne has no drainage of any kind; but yet its deathrate is only the

same as in London. The Van Yean waterworks, sixteen miles away, supply

water to the town. The reservoir contains over six billions of water.

And now, having seen Melbourne, the great metropolis of Australasia--its

public buildings, its busy thoroughfares and general "go a-head" look--we

must be continually thinking and remembering that it is little more than

fifty years ago since the Hentys, sons of Mr. Thomas Henty, a banker in

Sussex, were the first settlers in Victoria, and less than fifty years

ago since John Fawkner "pitched his tent on the rising ground" of the

future site of Melbourne. We met Mr. Henty whilst in Melbourne, the

descendant of these first settlers, and owner now of many thousands of

acres in Victoria.

My husband had already seen the Premier, Mr. Service, who was most

cordial; and all the ministers expressed a wish to be of use to him,

or to give him any information in their power. The _Daily Telegraph_,

the _Herald_, and other papers had interviewed him. Melbourne possesses

the best paper in the colonies in the _Melbourne Argus_, and has the

advantage of having Mr. Julian Thomas, the well-known author of the

"Vagabond Papers," among its contributors. The _Age_ is also a most

excellent paper. The _Australasian_ and _Federal Australian_ are the best

weekly papers, and are ably edited.

_Tuesday, November 4th._--To-day was the "Cup Day," the greatest event in

the racing calendar of Australasia, the "blue ribbon" of their turf.

Melbourne was _en fête_, with its shops closed and work suspended

everywhere--a general holiday. Those who were not at the races, were in

the streets looking at those who _were_ going, and there was a look of

generally suppressed excitement as to how the event of the day would turn

out.

It is very difficult for us at home, with our interest spread over such

a much larger area, to realize the intense, the concentrated interest

that is felt throughout Australia on the result of "The Cup." It has

been the object of speculation, of discussion, and of incessant anxiety

to millions for the past few weeks. The excitement is reaching the

culminating point to-day, and there are not a few whose interest at stake

is so large that they tremble and long for the day to be over--in short,

it is the red-letter day of the Australasian Year Book.

We joined in the general feeling of expectation, as we drove along in the

stream of carriages that from every sidestreet and road converged to the

main one, flowing towards Flemington race-course. As we neared the scene,

we saw that the hill behind the stand was black with the mass of human

beings upon it, and the lawn and the terrace were crowded. In our royal

progress up the course, the Governor received an ovation of loyalty in

the cheers and enthusiasm of the densely packed crowd.

The first race was over hurdles, and after the second we went to

luncheon. It was not quite such a pleasant day as the previous Saturday,

on account of the great crowd. The pretty toilettes were not so well

seen, being lost among the many ugly ones, for the "country cousin"

contingent were in strong force to-day.

"The Cup" was run at 4 p.m. Never shall I forget the strain and tension

on every face as the cry passed up, "They are off!" the few quick

observations that escaped some as the horses passed the stand, and then

the strange stillness that prevailed as we watched the coloured specks

flying along the horizon, as the horses settled down to their work. The

minutes were ages! Life seemed suspended in that mass of human beings.

The strain and tension suddenly gave way as the horses were "_round the

corner_," and a faint hum ran along far away down the black line, "They

are coming!" and the murmur rose into cheers, and the cheers into shouts,

and the shouts ended by the waving of hats and handkerchiefs, as, amidst

the most intense and extraordinary excitement, "Malua," the winner of The

Cup of 1884, flew past the judge's box. "Commotion" ran second.

We took up life again where we had left it, and breathed freely once more.

Rushing down, we pushed our way through the crowds in time to see the

horses "weighed in" in the paddock, by special permission from one

of the stewards. A royal progress "Malua" made back to the paddock.

The crowd leaned over the barrier and cheered, and vociferated, "Well

done, 'Malua;' well done!" and her jockey raised his cap many a time

in acknowledging the cheers of the populace, for "Malua" had been the

general favourite.

We saw all the horses weighed in. The jockeys looked such mere

stable-boys out of the saddle, and came on to the scales with saddle,

cloth, and bridle in their hands. Many of them had to ride with lead

weights to bring them up to scale. We drove off the course before the

last race--the crowds melting and streaming away over the open plain as

soon as "The Cup," the excitement of the day, was over.

_Wednesday, November 5th._--Preparations for the ball at Government House

that evening were going on all day.

At 10 p.m. the Governor and Lady Loch, with the guests staying in the

house and the staff--entered the ball-room and passed down to the dais

at the end, whilst the band played "God save the Queen." Eleven hundred

invitations had been sent out, but the magnificent ball-room was not too

crowded, and Herr Ploch's band in the gallery sent forth dreamy strains.

It was nearly 3 a.m. before one of the most successful balls ever given

in Government House at Melbourne was finished. It was succeeded the next

night by an excellent concert, given by the Metropolitan Liedertafel,

under the directorship of Mr. Herz.

_Thursday, November 6th._--I went with Lady Loch in the afternoon to

an organ recital at the Town Hall. It is a magnificent organ, very

celebrated in the colonies, and finer than that of the Albert Hall.

Driving through the town afterwards, the streets were so full, and the

air so fresh and bright that it seemed like some spring afternoon in

London, with the season beginning.

Mr. Service, the Premier, Lady Stawell, wife of the Chief Justice, and

others, dined in the evening. Some of the party disappeared early to go

to a dance in the neighbourhood. There are known to be thirty dances in

Melbourne fixed for this month of November. Another favourite form of

amusement are large theatre parties. The host invites some twenty or

thirty friends to meet him at the theatre on such a night, by a little

card printed expressly for this purpose, with R.S.V.P. in the corner.

He takes the tickets, but it is the exception for there to be a supper

afterwards; and the point of the entertainment appears to be "in whom

sits next to who."

Melbourne society is dreadfully divided into cliques and sets, which

may be partly attributed to the many suburbs into which the town is

partitioned. There are the suburbs of St. Kilda, Brighton, South Yarra,

Toorak, Hawthorn, &c.; and drawing an imaginary line from the Town Hall,

they may be said to extend out round the town to a distance of six

miles. I heard many complaints about the great distances, and the social

inconvenience occasioned thereby. We saw Melbourne during its carnival of

the race-week, and it would not be fair to judge of its gaieties, which

were overwhelming just at that time; but I believe it is a fact that all

who possibly can, do give dances, small and frequently. There are two

houses in which dancing floors have been laid on carriage springs, and

all the large houses have their separate ball-room. We were surprised to

find how beautifully appointed were most of these houses, though outside

they all look much the same, and merely handsome villa residences. Dress

is much thought of, and people in Melbourne dress very handsomely, very

expensively, but too brilliantly. Not a few of its residents have their

gowns and bonnets out from the best London houses.

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Buck-jumping was the order for Friday, November 7th. At three in the

afternoon, besides ourselves, some fifty others were collected in the

paddock to see the famous "buck-jumping" of Australian horses. Those

that we saw were provided by Mr. Chomley, picked out from the police

paddock at Dandenong; but though they may have been picked buck-jumpers,

most Australian horses, for reasons unknown, are born with buck-jumping

propensities, which are only knocked out of them by the "rough-riders."

So successful are these trainers, that a fortnight after the exhibition

we were seeing, they will be used on patrol duty. The first process of

difficulty is the saddling and mounting, for which the horse has to be

blindfolded on the near side. No sooner do they feel their rider vaulting

into the saddle with his knees firmly inserted under the "croppers," or

large pommels which you see in all colonial saddles, than they rise up

into the air, and descend with their fore-legs stiffened straight out,

and, tucking their head between them, kick viciously out behind. One

horse always tried to kick the spur, which has to be pretty freely used,

for if once they stood still, they would buck their rider out of the

saddle in a trice; and it is found to be of great importance that they

should be mastered at the first try. Another horse whinnied, quivering

with suppressed rage, and after some convulsive wriggling, rushed

headlong at the fence behind which we were standing. The rough-riders

ride so splendidly that they seem part of the horse, rising and falling

with the movement of the bucking. Sometimes, when the horse cannot rid

himself of them in any other way, he _has_ been known to wriggle himself

out of the saddle, causing it to slip over his head.

A most excellent account of the buck-jumping appeared in the _Argus_ of

the next morning, from which I give the following extracts:--

"The first mount was given to Evans, one of the rough-riders. He had to

deal with a rakish-looking bay with a wicked eye, who arched his back

like a hedgehog when the saddle was put on him. As soon as Evans vaulted

into the saddle, the brute gracefully waltzed round three times to gird

up his loins, and then, putting his head between his fore-legs, charged

into the fence, bucking all the way. Evans slipped adroitly from the

saddle as the horse came to the ground, and quickly remounting him, stuck

to the saddle like a centaur till the animal was perfectly subdued. The

next comer was a bay mare, who showed the most accomplished tactics,

but Priestly, a Sale trooper, was an adept in all the artifices of 'pig

jumping,' and spinning on all fours, with perplexing gymnastics to vary

the programme. A grey half-bred Arab showed the fire in his blood as

soon as he was led out, but Fawkner got safely into his seat while the

girths were threatening to part, and enjoyed a jump of twenty-five feet

and a teetotum-like twirl at the first bound, as a sample of what was

to come. But the greatest treat was to come. Simpson, a professional

horsebreaker, got on a brown, blue light mare, which submitted to be

saddled as quietly as a lady's palfrey, but as soon as she felt Simpson's

weight, she wildly rose upright, and went right across the paddock in

a series of the wildest rearing freaks. Simpson rode stirrupless for

fear the horse should fall back upon him, and by a combination of the

rarest pluck, judgment, grip, and nerve, kept his balance apparently as

easily as if he was sitting in a rocking-chair. Each time the maddened

creature sprang up erect, he coolly clasped his hands under the mare's

neck, and swayed as gracefully as a circus-track performer. When at last

he rode back with the mare quite under control, he was loudly applauded.

Priestly then rode a bay, which, getting under weigh at full gallop,

darted for the fence, taking imaginary fences on the journey, while the

trooper sat well back, the model of a close, firm seat. After colliding

with the fence, the bay broke away across the paddock, but was safely

brought up at the lower end. The last exhibitor was old Anchorite, a

faithful performer in harness for sixteen years, but a twenty-year-old

bucker. Since he was sold to the department, rough-riders innumerable

have tried to subdue the old warrior's aversion to the saddle, but with

how little success we saw yesterday. Anchorite is not so lissom as some

of his younger competitors for evil distinction, but he has learned a few

lessons which would be peculiarly disconcerting to a novice. He fell with

Simpson, in making a supreme effort to stand upon his nose, but seeing

this trooper's performance in the previous round, the spectators were

satisfied that nothing quadrupedal which would keep upon its legs would

unseat him. As a matter of fact none of the riders were thrown, although

several of their horses came down; and it is gratifying to be able to say

that the Australian sport of riding buck-jumpers was, with the exception

of Evans, displayed by Australian-born riders."

_Saturday, November 8th._--We went to the last day of the races, the

"Steeple-chase Day," as it is called, because of the second race on the

card. At the wooden fence of 4 ft. 7 in., which was immediately succeeded

by a stone wall, and opposite the stand, we saw two horses come down. One

jockey recovered, and went on over the stone wall in such a plucky manner

that he was loudly applauded. A little farther on poor "Friendless," a

favourite horse, broke his shoulder over the hurdles, and had to be shot.

The Canterbury Plate caused great interest, because "Malua" and

"Commotion," the first and second winners of the "cup," were to meet

again. Amid a scene of great excitement "Malua" was beaten, and

"Commotion" came in first.

It was a bright, warm day, but the pretty toilettes were exhausted, and

the novelty of the scene had passed away. The Victoria Racing Clubs set a

good example to other race-meetings by extending their four days' racing

over the space of a week.

_Monday, November 10th._--The Prince of Wales's birthday, and observed as

a public holiday throughout the colonies.

What an excellent thing it would be if His Royal Highness and the

Princess of Wales were to visit Australasia. They would receive the

unanimous welcome of a mighty people such as _even they_ have not yet

known.

The Governor and his staff started with C. and Mr. Wallop for Brighton,

where there was a grand review of the Victorian naval and military

forces, ending in a sham fight, the enemy landing from nine vessels of

war, and being repulsed by the militia on shore. It was terribly sultry

and close, and they all came home late, very dusty, tired and hot, to

go to a state banquet, given by the Mayor elect at the Town Hall that

evening.

_Tuesday, November 11th._--We made an expedition for the day to Ballarat

to see the gold-mine belonging to the Band and Albion Company. Captain

Dale, of H.M.S. _Diamond_, came with us, and we left Spencer Street

Terminus at 11 a.m. Two hours in the train brought us to Geelong, where

we stopped fifteen minutes for luncheon.

Geelong is prettily situated on Corio Bay, a continuation of Port

Phillip. It has 23,000 inhabitants now, but once it hoped to rival

Melbourne. The country we passed through was flat and uninteresting,

though all under cultivation; but here you would rather require six acres

for one sheep, instead of the six sheep to one acre of some parts of New

Zealand.

Now we were able fully to realize the exceeding monotony of the blue gum,

which we had previously heard so much about. Nature has fixed upon the

gum or eucalyptus-tree as the tree appropriate to Australian soil, and

wherever you look you see its straggling branches, and dull, ineffective,

blue foliage, with light grey stems. They grow too luxuriantly, as in

many places we saw fields that were being cleared of them by "barking"

or cutting a ring on the trunk, some four feet above the ground, causing

death through the non-communication of the sap. But it is a noticeable

fact that much that is imported or grows in Australia, seems to flourish

too freely. Take the cacti, the thistles, the sweetbriar, all of which

are a plague to the farmer. Look at the "rabbit pest," which has ruined

many owners of land, and which still remains the great problem of

Australian agriculture. Each separate Government has spent thousands

annually in trying to reduce the pest, but to no avail, as it appears

the more they are destroyed the more they generate. They are now talking

of building at an enormous cost a rabbit-proof wall all along the border

of South Australia and New South Wales. Several station owners combined

together, and spent in one year the sum of 20,000_l._ on the extirpation

of rabbits, and on one run 1,000,000 were destroyed in a year, or over

27,000 per day.

Some of the houses in the villages we passed through were roofed with

"shingles" or narrow strips of wood. They are cheap and easily obtained,

but calculated only to last some five or six years.

We arrived at Ballarat at 3 p.m., and found Mr. Tyrell, the

Superintendent of the Police, waiting at the station for us with his

buggy. He drove us quickly out to the Band and Albion Mine.

We had to wait whilst the night "shift" at four o'clock went down the

shaft, and we watched the windlass, which winds the cage up and down by

machinery, and which in this case is made of wire rope of one single

piece, in place of the manilla rope usually used in mines. I had to

dress up in an old petticoat and loose jacket, with waterproof boots;

and looked like an old bathing woman when ready to go down the shaft.

The mine manager was there, and he and I and C. got into the cage. Three

planks of wood, with an iron bar in the centre, to which was attached a

hook for the rope, suspended us over the shaft. There was room for two

on either side, and we had to stand quite still and straight. Down we

shot into pitch darkness, through the narrow hole just large enough for

the platform which grated against the sides, so exact was the fit, and

often jerked with the uneven winding of the pulley. Down we went into the

bowels of the earth, 1005 feet below the surface.

The most curious sensation of descending the shaft is that in the

darkness, though you cannot see, you feel that the walls are being passed

upwards and not downwards. We flew by the doors of many galleries, going

down to the tenth and the last finished shaft. They are sinking yet

another now, and were getting rid of the water by sending a tank of fifty

gallons to the surface, suspended beneath the cage in each of its upward

journeys.

We found ourselves in a cavern at the bottom, lighted by one candle,

where the trucks with the quartz were standing ready to be hauled to the

surface. At this moment the tank by accident overturned and emptied its

contents with an alarming rush at our feet. By the light of our candles

we groped along the narrow galleries, three feet wide by five feet seven

inches broad laid with a track for the waggons. The slush and mud were

ankle deep, and, at a particularly bad place, the old manager, without

saying anything, quietly lifted me into a trolly, and ran me along to the

end of the gallery. Here there were two miners at work, pickaxing the

quartz, and one had just cut a hole for the powder to blast away a large

piece of quartz rock, and was about to insert the fuze, which burns two

or three minutes before the explosion to allow of the men having time to

escape. We marked the dark line in the quartz, within which lies hidden

the precious metal, and the roof overhead shone and glistened with bright

sparks of gold. In an upper gallery there was an archway formed by a

valuable vein, still unworked. Some time ago a "fault" was found in some

earth extending for twenty feet. The Company can go on working their

claim for some distance further on one side and almost interminably on

the other, always supposing that the ore still continues. The miners

work in shifts of eight hours each, receiving two pounds a week without

rations, and they warm their "billy," or tin can of tea, which they bring

down with them, over a candle.

The relief of coming up to the open air again from the damp, muggy

atmosphere was great. The cheerful light of day seemed a return to life

from a living death. One feels curiously nervous of accidents in a mine,

though there can be no more danger there than in a railway tunnel.

We heartily pitied all those poor men who spend their lives in the

underground pit.

We next visited the gold-crushing works. The quartz is crushed by

steam-hammers, each weighing 16 tons, and striking with a force of 8½

cwt. It is then passed through water mingled with quicksilver, which

detaches the gold. Subsequently some further gold is extracted from the

pyrites, the remainder being valuable for knife polish, and a dark red

paint.

The Band and Albion Mine has about 600 acres superficial area. Upwards of

4,000,000_l._ of gold have already been taken from the mine, and it now

pays thirty per cent. Geologists affirmed that gold could not be found

at such depths, but the quartz from the lowest level yields an ounce per

ton.

We drove quickly round the town, and through its principal thoroughfares,

out to Lake Wendouree, bordered with the pretty public gardens. We saw in

the distance the Eureka Stockade, where the miners made their celebrated

defence against the authorities.

It was thirty years ago that the first discovery of gold was made at

Ballarat. Melbourne was deserted, and crowds flocked to "the diggings,"

arriving in Ballarat at the rate of 500 a day. "Canvas Town" sprang up,

and hundreds were sleeping in the streets. Since then Ballarat has become

a thriving town of 40,000 inhabitants. Signs of the diggings are to be

seen in the country round, which is gulched and mined in all directions.

Huge mounds have been raised for the sinking of shafts, and some of

the diggings deserted by the miners in quest of a more quickly earned

reward have been taken possession of by the patient Chinese, who contrive

still to get some good pickings out of them. Sandhurst, Castlemaine,

Maryborough, Stawell, and Creswick are other centres of great mining

interests.

At the bottom of Start Street, at Ballarat, stands the well-known

eight-hours' monument, with this inscription:--

"Eight hours' work,

Eight hours' play,

Eight hours for sleep,

Eight bob a day."

We dined at Craig's Hotel; left Ballarat at seven o'clock, and were back

in Melbourne by eleven.

_Thursday, November 13th._--We left Melbourne. It was the afternoon

of Lady Loch's weekly reception at Government House, and we found it

difficult, in the midst of it, to be able sufficiently to express to Sir

Henry and Lady Loch our appreciation of their kindness and hospitality

extended to us during our fortnight's stay at Melbourne.

Whilst there, several propositions had been made for us to see something

of the interior of Victoria, while Sir William and Lady Clarke had

very kindly asked us to stay with them at their country-place, and Mr.

and Mrs. Ryan to go and see their celebrated gardens on Mount Macedon.

Another expedition thwarted by time was to St. Hubert's vineyard. Here

we should have seen the best vineyard for the making of Australian wine,

for Messrs. De Castella and Rowan carried off the Emperor of Germany's

prize at the Melbourne Exhibition of 1881. At this competition the _best_

wines of Germany and France were numbered for the highest class 21 and

20, and the second at 19 and 18; the samples from St. Hubert's vineyard

were ranked as high as 19 points, or equal to France and Germany. This

vineyard has 250 acres of vines under cultivation, and produces about

70,000 gallons per annum. The Australian wines are both red and white,

but there has been a complaint that too much alcohol has hitherto been

used in their manufacture, and that they are strong and heady. This,

however, is being remedied, and ere long Australian vineyards will

rival those of Bordeaux. At Melbourne, too, we were obliged to come to

a decision as to whether we should accept Sir William Robinson's kind

invitation to Government House at Adelaide, and visit South Australia.

[Illustration: Sydney Harbour.

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But after much hesitation, we decided to give up South Australia, partly

on account of several days in the steamer in the much dreaded "bight"

off the Australian coast, but mostly by reason of the pressure of time

and a fear that a General Election at home would possibly come, to cut

off the remainder of our travels. The latter reason also prevented my

husband from acceding to the request of the Chief Secretary, the Hon.

Graham Berry, that he would inquire into the organization of the police

and penal establishments, and assist the Victorian Government with his

advice.

FOOTNOTE:

[Footnote 3: Since proved to be a forgery.]

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