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one time over 250 cows were milked daily. Every 

 modern appliance in the shape of machiaery was in 

 the dairy, and the bulk of the milk and butter was 

 sent to Sydney. 



Mr. Town delighted to have a chat about pedi- 

 grees, etc., and his stud-book was very carefully 

 kept. When I looked over it with him I saw at once 

 the great care and accuracy that had been displayed. 

 Mr. Town resided in the town of Richmond and not in 

 the large house at Hobartville, and here he dispensed 

 hospitality with a lavish hand, and was always glad 

 to see a friend drop in at luncheon time. 



There is a great change at Hobartville now. The 

 yearlings are inspected in the paddocks and sold on 

 the racecourse at Randwick. A special train conveys 

 intending buyers to cee the stock, and during the 

 journey there is a luncheon laid out in the Pullman 

 cars. The trip is a pleasant one, and is looked 

 forward to by the trainers, owners, and others who are 

 invited to attend. 



This is a chapter of jaunts and jots, so I will take 

 a run up the Blue Mountains and then drop down into 

 the City of the J^lains, as Bathurst is called. It is a 

 six-hours' run in the train to the capital of the 

 Western district of New South Wales, and the line 

 runs through some romantic scenery. Before the 

 first zigzag was done away with a magnificent 

 view could be had above Penrith, over Emu Plains. 



