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came to Australia when young fellows, bringing with them what 

 money they had, and hoping to secure more. At first they tried 

 farming at Campbelltown, about 30 miles from Sydney; but 

 there was not much money to be made at that business, and 

 the accounts that reached them of New England attracted and 

 settled them there. They owned, besides the Tia station, 

 Trinchy, on Liverpool Plains, and Coopracurrapa, below the 

 range on a tributary of the Manning River. Eminently prac- 

 tical both of them, and especially kind and helpful to young 

 fellows like myself. About fourteen miles eastward from Tia, 

 on the load to Port Macquarie, was the Yarrowich station ; this 

 was then owned by Todd and Fenwick, who, however, divided 

 it about that time, each taking one side of the Yarrowich Creek, 

 which ran through the run. I believe Arthur Hodgson first 

 owned it. Beyond this point came the rapid fall by an extremely 

 rough road to the aforenamed port. Our road, however, turned 

 in the opposite direction, and after spending a very pleasant 

 night with William Denne. and making the acquaintance of 

 Dr. Adams, an old identity who occupied a cottage close by, 

 we moved onwards. A visit to \Yilliara Denne's garden was 

 really refreshing. No fruit were ripe at the time, September. 

 Indeed, a very heavy fall of snow had melted only a short time 

 before, but there was promise of a rich harvest in another two or 

 three months. Apples, pears, peaches, plums, cherries, goose- 

 berries, raspberries, currants, were all well represented, and there 

 was a thriving young walnut tree, nuts from which I gathered 

 more than thirty yeais afterwards. 



Three miles from Tia station we came to Tiara, a wretchedly 

 tumble-down and neglected place owned by Patrick and Sandy 

 McNab. Within a year it was in the market, and my partners 

 and 1 secured it. We then owned Waterloo, the next adjoining 

 station, having purchased it from Captain Thornton. And at 

 Waterloo, twelve miles distant, we arrived in time for lunch. 

 Here I had my home for five years, and during that time 

 I made the acquaintance of the squatters and others in the 

 neighbourhood. The Waterloo station-house, a small shingled 

 building, containing four rooms, with a narrow passage through 

 the centre, and having an aspiring porch in front, was 

 placed on a rather steep hillside, overlooking the Apsley River. 

 The floor at the back entrance was only a few inches 

 from the ground, while at the front it was raised about 

 four feet. A number of logs had been rolled into the space 



