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IV. 



SACEED 



TO 



THK MEMORY 



JOHN CHA 



WHO DIED 



BOARD BRIG "rO 



13 January 1 



AGED 39 YEA 



This was erected to John Cliard of the brig "Roscoe," date not 

 ascertained. It is much mutilated, and has been chopped with 

 an axe. 



The following ia an extract from the account referred to in 

 Mr. Scott's paper: — 



*' Narrative of the Overland Journey of Sir John and La/hj Franldin 

 and Party from, Hohart Town to Macquarie Harbour. By 

 David Burn, Author of "Van Diemen's Land, Moral, Physical, 

 and Political. " 

 Tuesday, 17th May, 184^. — * * * At 2 p.m. a seven-knot easterly 

 breeze enabled the Eliza to make a bold look up for the pyramidal 

 rock, marking the entrance to Port Davey, and which now bore 

 north. The Maatsuykers Islands were rapidly shut in as we drew 

 along the bare, leafless, rugged coast, whose fantastic points looked 

 dull and cheerless in the hard blue sky. They reminded me of the 

 iron-bound ramparts that girdle the neighbourhood of Arbroath, and 

 fancy could almost lead me to j)icture the celebrated, luckless, Tyrone 

 Power, as he once stood upon one of the craggy points of the latter, 

 delivering with much gesticulation (for he was a tragedian then) the 

 oration of Antony over the body of Caesar. At 4 the heads of Port 

 Davey were gained, but the wind had fallen light, and, although the 

 anchorage was but half-a-dozen miles distant, still the flood rushing 

 out was so powerful that four bells of the first watch had been struck 

 ere the anchor rattled over the bows. The moon became overcast, 

 and heavy rain fell fast. 



Wednesday, 18th. — A considerable quantity of rain fell during 

 the night, but the weather continued moderate, although the 

 barometer had sunk gradually from thirty to three-tenths there- 

 under. Morning dawned upon a clear sky, but less hard and 

 less dazzling than those which had gladdened the three pre- 

 ceding days. We were reposing within the charming circu- 

 lar basin that forms the romantic haven of Port Davey, our 

 schooner the centre of a wild but strikingly beautiful panorama, 

 the quartzy mountains rearing their magnificent cones in pearly 

 grandeur to the sky, or sawing the air with pinnacled ridges, broken 

 into every conceivable figure and form, their naked sides being 

 furrowed with countless gorges, ravines, or guUeys. Right ahead, 

 or N.W. , the river Davey wound its silent course. On the larboard 

 or western hand, the low woody land called Garden Point presented 

 its sequestered shores to be laved by another Kelly's Basin. On 

 the starboard hand, or about E.S.E.,' the entrance to Bathurst 

 Harbour, and Spring River, was just discernible, Numerous craggy 



