To Adelaide by Train 



J O Adelaide by train ! Oh, poor you ! You will be tired, 

 for it's such a dreary trip through absolutely un- 

 interesting country." 



So my friends, when I announced my intention of going 

 overland to the little white city of the south. I was not 

 depressed by their sympathy, for the prospect of travelling 

 over new ground, however well-worn by others, always sends 

 a thrill of excitement through me, and I have never yet seen 

 the country which was *' absolutely uninteresting." Still, I 

 would not let myself anticipate too much, and kept my rising 

 spirits in check by remembering that all the visitors from 

 overseas who have most harshly condemned the monotony of 

 our scenery, have formed their opinions from the windows of 

 the Sydney to Adelaide express ; and so it w r as possible that 

 part of the land might be lacking in the beauty and interest 

 which is so common elsewhere. 



To one who is not a wearied traveller there is something 

 exhilarating in the rapid rush of an express train. The feeling 

 of intense speed gets into your blood, and as the lights of way- 

 side stations flash by quickly, and ever more quickly, as 

 suburbs give way to paddocks and trees, which, in their turn, 

 sweep by like a cinematograph picture, you become possessed 

 by the idea that it is you yourself that is hurrying. Though you 



