BEETLES ON TEA-TREE 



The Passing* 

 of the Gully 



OU know my gully, 

 don't you ? That 



gully where the big 

 red gums stretch pro- 

 tecting arms over the 

 sweet grass, where the 

 she-oaks and turpen- 

 tines bend towards 

 the creek-bed, where 

 the herringbone ferns 

 and maidenhair soothe 

 the eye with their 

 fresh green. You know 

 how the orchids, pink 

 and mauve, white and 

 yellow, sprinkle the 

 ground in the spring- 

 time, and how the 

 golden-haired dillwynia 

 chases them away with 

 her gorgeous mantle. 

 You know how the 



