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followed in all directions. No Americans were needed to drive. It was 

 found that the colonial-born youth had all the nerve and the spirit for 

 dashing down the side of a gully, for steering along a siding, for fording 

 a questionable creek, or for dodging fallen timber. Happily for the tourist, 

 visits to some of the show places of Melbourne are still partly paid by coach. 

 To see the romantic falls of the Stevenson and the silver eucalypts of the 

 Black Spur, a partial coach journey is necessary. At Loutit Bay Waterfalls, 



the ocean and the big 

 trees are all brought 

 together, and to reach 

 this favoured and fa- 

 vourite spot the coach 

 must be utilised. It 

 was well for the nerves 

 of Mr. Anthony Trol- 

 lope that he was not 

 required to perform 

 this particular journey, 

 Lome or Loutit Bay 

 nothavingbeen opened 

 up when he was on 

 the land. The coaches 

 cross a succession of 

 ranges running up to 

 2000 feet in height, 

 and they had to shave 

 with remarkable close- 

 ness some of those 

 gums whose nearness 

 alarmed the English 

 author. One rush down a steep siding was 

 made between two giant eucalypts. There was 

 just room to pass, but so little to spare that 

 the axle on the off side had cut a track through 

 the one tree by the process of frequent touching. 

 If it had touched too hard the passengers would 

 have picked themselves up after a drop of several hundred feet. Or they might 

 have had a grand flight through the air into the midst of the fern jungle that 

 hid a purling stream far, far below. The rush through the twin eucalypts 

 was exhilarating ; the steerer of Cobb, a native of the place, cool and confident, 

 enjoyed it immensely. 



A Sharp Corner. 



