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more eloquent pens, and its beauties described 

 frequently and vividly. Many pleasant hours have 

 I spent on that harbour, and felt all the better for the 

 refreshing change after the heat and bustle of the city. 



From Sydney to Liverpool is a shade under an 

 hour's run in the train. On the Sydney side of 

 Liverpool is the small hamlet of Cambramatta. 

 Within a few minutes' drive of Cambramatta Station 

 is Warwick Farm homestead and racecourse. It 

 is a pleasant run from Sydney to Cambramatta 

 when the orange trees are at their best, laden with 

 a mass of bright coloured fruit contrasting vividly 

 with the dark green leaves. After leaving the 

 suburban stations the country becomes more open, 

 and on either side of the line it is well cultivated. 

 Cambramatta is not a very interesting spot, but when 

 Warwick Farm is reached all is changed. The buggy 

 is driven along a bush road, and an occasional glimpse 

 can be seen through the trees of the stables and the 

 Grand Stand on the course. The scent of wattle 

 blossom fills the air, and the trees are covered with a 

 mass of golden bloom. When the wattle is in full 

 flower it is a beautiful sight, the delicate blossoms 

 showering a yellow fall as we drive under the trees. 



A large white gate, with a couple of huge wattle 

 trees standing sentinel, is thrown open, and a short 

 drive leads up to Warwick Farm homestead. 



As the buggy pulls up Mr. W. Forrester steps out 



