A TRIP TO AUSTRALIA 



Majesty Queen Victoria in some such capacity — 

 never possessed the air of a soldier, and with his 

 eyeglass he came in for a considerable amount of 

 ridicule from the rank and file of the regular Army. 

 But with all his mannerisms, he was one of Nature's 

 gentlemen, one who had learnt the true philosophy 

 of life whilst passing through it, and in the end made 

 a good finish. We don't all do this, do we ? He 

 was my landlord of the Manor Farm, Wanborough 

 Plain, for many years, and as such I had the greatest 

 admiration for him. 



Lieutenant Fuller, who subsequently rose to the 

 rank of colonel, never lacked popularity at any time, 

 or has he since. Whether soldiering or foxhunting, he 

 has never ceased to show that charm of manner, 

 and hearty good-fellowship on every occasion. If 

 I can persuade my pen to carry on this yarn to 

 include a period of foxhunting, I may be able to 

 tell a tale or two relating to Colonel Fuller, but that is 

 another story. For the moment I must furnish a 

 few more details of this Australian trip. 



On the way out, the Bay of Biscay came as a shock 

 to our nerves. The real bad sailors thought without 

 a doubt that their end was near. Who does not 

 when they are filled with the fear of sea-sickness 

 and seas run high ? However, these bad reactions 

 soon pass when you begin to realize that the ship 

 does not go under when washed by a few waves. 

 And passing through Gibraltar into the Mediter- 

 ranean you soon live again. 



I rather like life on board ship. It is surprising 

 how time goes and what interests you have to keep 



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