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into this improvised oven and earthed up for thirty 

 minutes, when they emerged smoking and appetizing, 

 and I must confess I never ate anything better — in 

 Australia ! 



We passed the night in camp, and the next day re- 

 turned to our indefatigable mustangs, remounted, and 

 continued our inspection of the run and our search for 

 further adventure. . Tlie little kangaroo steadfastly re- 

 fused all food, and at the end of the second day died of 

 starvation. It was an inglorious ending of a cruel sport, 

 to my mind ; and I heartily wished both mother and 

 young alive and free again. 



For several days we travelled through the bush, jour- 

 neying slowly from one enchanted scene to another, — the 

 horses' hoofs sinking into a soft green carpet, stretching 

 far and wide beneath the grateful shade of the gigan- 

 tic trees ; on every side fragrant flowers, yellow, red, 

 purjDle, and white, arranged as no florist can, and in 

 a profusion unequalled by any forced growth. One of 

 the lilies is periodic in its perfume, as the morning-glory 

 is in bloom, sending out no perfume during the night, 

 but under the magnetic influence of the sun's warmth 

 emitting a most penetrating and agreeable scent, drawing 

 toward it thousands of bees that hang upon its flowers 

 for hours. Another lily, a red variety, jjer contra, seems 

 to languish during the heat of the day, waiting the 

 refreshing dews of evening to open. When twilight 

 ■comes it arouses from its lethargy, holds up its beautiful 



