CHAPTER XII. 



JAUNTS AND JOTTINGS. 



At Warwick Farm. Mr. W. Forrester. Hobartville. The late 

 Andrew Town. A jolly good fellow. Yearling sales. 

 Under the oaks. Over the Blue Mountains. Bathurst. 

 Splendid scenery. " Log-rolling." Sporting in the district. 

 Kangaroos and hares. Race meetings. 



Sydney is one of tlie most favoured cities in the world, 

 for it is surrounded with picturesque spots all easily 

 accessible and costing but little expense to reach. A 

 run of half an hour to one of the numerous bays in the 

 harbour lands one in a romantic retreat, far from the 

 busy haunts of men, and as quiet and peaceful as 

 though a journey of several hundred miles had been 

 taken. Yachtsmen may well be proud of the vast 

 harbour which nature seems to have made specially 

 for the benefit of lovers of the beautiful and for holiday 

 makers. On any fine Sunday hundreds of yachts may 

 be seen on the harbour darting to and fro like white- 

 winged gulls, sailing and tacking in all directions. 



It is not, however, with Sydney Harbour I am 

 concerned. Its praises have been written by far 



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