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up on the right hand side of the road, and on the opposite side is 

 the chapel, all the farm buildings and a number of cottages. . 

 The good bishop's hospitality is proverbial. . . . The olives, 

 mission grown and mission pickled, were a treat. . . . The 

 wine, mission grown and mission made, sound as the bell that sum- 

 mons the faithful to prayer, clean and bright, and pure juice of the 

 grape. . . . And the olive oil no cotton seed here but com- 

 ing up to the standard of the real Simon Pure. No taste, no smell, 

 no colour. . . . And the bishop's snuff his only luxury ! Mis- 

 sion grown and mission made. . . . And those candied almonds, 

 and tigs, and raisins, and grapes, and apples, and a host of other 

 things. . . . The whole time we were there we lived like the pro- 

 verbial tighting cock, and the only two things set before us which were 

 not grown on the place were the coffee and sugar. Farmers, please 

 note. On Sunday afternoon we had a good look round the flour mill, 

 stables, implement sheds, and all the other outbuildings and adjuncts 

 and accessories of the mission farm. The wheat is grown and 

 ground into flour, which is converted into bread and macaroni, and 

 the meat is all grown on stations belonging to the mission. The 

 bishop is a great horsebreeder. The mission horses are deservedly 

 popular in the market. Many used to tincl their way to India at 

 one time, but this trade has declined altogether. All the stock 

 about the place is good, and the bishop is a great believer in the 

 truism that a good animal eats no more than a scrubber. It will be 

 well when this is more generally recognised. There are nearly 

 1000 acres cleared, and it takes, as the yield is not very large, a 

 greater part of this to supply the wheat for the mission wants from 

 year to year. The land is rich, judging by what I saw. It is the 

 scanty rainfall and short season that makes wheat growing some- 

 what precarious. The bishop has a thresher with a straw-cuiter 

 attached, of which he is very proud, and he also has imported 

 several other machines of recent invention. The mission shows 

 what can be done in the face of the greatest obstacles, and what the 

 ground can be made to produce even with a very limited rainfall. 

 It is a glorious monument to indomitable courage, unwavering 

 perseverance, and ceaseless industry. Under the guidance of 

 Brother Ramiro we visited Glentmmic, the home of Mr. and Mrs. 

 Davidson. This line estate is well known in Western Australia as 

 having been at one time the property of the late Mr. McPherson, a 

 popular squatter, and one who dearly loved a horse. The improve- 

 ments put up in his time show this. The stables, built of brick, 

 contain over 20 stalls and loose boxes, and everything about the 

 place shows that no expense was spared to make it a model 

 institution." 



Beyond the Victoria plains the valleys of the upper and lower 

 Irvvin river form one of the best agricultural districts in the colony. 

 The land is extremely fertile and ver}' valuable, but as none of it is 

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