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road, every inch, of it. I suggested it was not at 

 all improbable we should have the opportunity of 

 measuring several inches on it before we reached 

 Hobart. 



I am afraid it was a reckless drive. I shut my 

 eyes and braced myself for the worst. A capsize 

 into the harbour was the least mishap I expected. 



We had no lights, and as we neared Hobart we 

 thought it advisable to procure one, as the police 

 were strict in this respect. 



We drew up at a wayside inn with a wonderful 

 sign, and obtained a bottle and a candle. The candle 

 we inserted in the bottle after knocking the end out, 

 lighted it, and I held it by the handle. 



Candles have a habit of dripping. I rested the 

 bottle-neck on my leg, and the grease made a 

 beautiful series of landscapes on my garments. 

 Driving through the streets of Hobart to the stables 

 rude boys jeered at our beacon light and shied 

 stones at it. Preferring to be run in to having 

 my head smashed, I put out the light. No visitor 

 to the Colonies should miss Hobart, it is well worth 

 a visit. 



In Queensland I have spent some happy days. I 

 resided in Brisbane for over three years. When I 

 went there in 1884 Brisbane was a flourishing place. 

 Money flowed freely, and vast fortunes were being 

 made by lucky mining speculators. During my 



