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Brown's Kiver is a favourite place for a day's 

 outing. It is about a twelve-mile drive from Hobart. 

 I was induced to undertake the drive by Mr. J. A. 

 Murley, the purser of the " Oonah.^' Mr. Murley 

 knew where we could obtain a useful sort of horse 

 and a decent buggy. He undertook to deliver me 

 safely there and back. It is no fault of his that I 

 am alive to tell the tale. I shall always have fond 

 recollections of Brown's River. It is, I must confess, a 

 charming drive along the road, winding in and out 

 amongst the hills which line the right hand side of 

 the bay. 



" There's something up with this horse," I sug- 

 gested, when we had gone down a particularly steep hill. 



'^Nonsense," was the reply; ^'^he's all right." 



To prove the truth of the assertion, the horse 

 declined to proceed. 



I got out and examined him. Jammed in his 

 near forefoot was a big three-cornered stone, which 

 took some difficulty in extracting. No wonder he 

 declined to move. He was not to be blamed. 



At Brown's River we were hospitably entertained 

 by a friend of my companion's. We remained there 

 later than we ought to have done. Murley said 

 there was a full moon, and I believed him. All the 

 same the moon kept out of the way, and we had a 

 nice drive home. 



It was pitch dark. Murley said he knew the 



