BY FRANK HANN. 



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gorges. I intend, if all goes well, to have the finest of them 

 photographed. No one, without seeing them, would believe that 

 such places exist in the country. 



Between the two gorges there are 4 miles of excellent cattle 

 country. Having travelled 10 miles up the Harris T returned 

 to camp, which was then situated at 1150 feet above the level 

 of Derby. Next day I went back under Movint Barnett. This 

 is a most picturesque mountain. All over the summit is a 

 forest of grand pine trees. The red precipitous sides also have 

 all kinds of trees growing on them. For 14 miles I travelled 

 along its base, and the same vegetation was everywhere apparent. 

 The Barnett River I now found left the mountain and crossed to 

 the big range that runs N.E. and S.W. This is a terribly rough 

 range, and I have named it the Caroline after my late sister. 

 Never did I see such country for grass and water as between 

 these ranges. It would need a hand that can wield a pen better 

 than I can to adequately describe it. Right opposite my camp 

 was a magnificent clump of immense pine trees, and behind the 

 pines a beautiful little plain — an ideal place for a home- 

 stead. Two miles below this beautiful camp there is a 

 fine, large, running creek coming in from the Caroline 

 Range. This I have dubbed the Manning, in honour of Mr. 

 Manning, of che Lennard. As usual it comes out of another 

 impassable gorge, where the ranges are only 4 miles apart. 

 Getting to camp early I saddled a fresh horse and had a ride 

 round, taking bearings. Thus I saw a good deal of the country. 

 I always do this. I make a point of getting early into camp if 

 possible and then ride out into the surrounding country, getting 

 back at dark. At this camp my boys caught a large quantity of 

 fish. We were then 1200 feet above Derby. 



Leaving the Barnett River I travelled along the foot of 

 Mount Barnett on a generally N.E. course for the first 10 miles. 

 The country is everywhere good, and the river runs along the 

 foot of the Caroline Range all the way, coming out of a gorge 

 there. Mount Barnett did not seem so high, but still had the 

 same grand appearance. I travelled on for 12 miles more and 

 then struck a nice looking creek opening into Phillips River. 

 It was not running, but held permanent water. Above us all 

 the country was on tire, but in our fine open camp we were quite 

 safe. For the last 12 miles the country is not so good, stunted 

 tea-trees predominating ; but at the divide the timber is grand, 

 consisting of forests of pine, messmate, woolly butt, and grand 

 ironbark. I had now followed round Mount Barnett for 40 



