238 MOUNT WELLINGTON. 



we were abreast of the Iron Pot light -house at 

 the entrance of the Derwent river, and after dark 

 before we reached Sullivan's cove, Hobarton. 



Although the passage up the river was tedious 

 and annoying from the adverse and squally wind 

 that prevailed throughout the day, we were almost 

 repaid for the delay by the scenery each tack 

 brought to our view, and to which the remembered 

 aspect of the shores we had so recently quitted, 

 seemed by contrast to add a yet more delightful 

 verdure. 



As we proceeded, we noticed since our last visit, 

 several bare patches in the woodlands, where the 

 axe and the brand of the enterprising colonists 

 had prepared the way for that cultivation under 

 the influence of which the landscape wore in places 

 an almost English aspect. This fancied resemblance 

 — inspiring by turns delightful anticipation and fond 

 regret — was heightened by the occasional addition 

 of many pretty little cottages scattered along the 

 sloping banks of the river, and adding to the 

 luxuriant appearance of the country, the peaceful 

 grace and sanctity of home. 



July 19. — We were detained at Hobarton till 

 the 19th, the bad state of the weather render- 

 ing it impossible to complete the requisite obser- 

 vations for rating chronometers, &c. ; we had two 

 or three snow storms during the time, but even in 

 fine weather the proximity of Mount Wellington, 

 towering above Hobarton, and throwing its strange 

 square headed shadow across the still waters of 



