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tion that when he died his coffin should be placed 

 above ground, as that of his wife and some of his 

 children had been. I have seen the place," he 

 continued, "in Mr. - 's garden, a circular 

 stone edifice, open to the winds, rains, and snows 

 of heaven, and through a grated door I saw the 

 old fellow's coffin, with coffins of various members 

 of his family surrounding it on the floor. Funny 

 idea, wasn't it ? " 



As we sailed along the harbour shore, the 

 sweet perfume of the mimosa, both white and 

 yellow real trees the size of hawthorns 

 flourishing close to the water's edge was so 

 strong as to be almost sickly, and in the 

 clearings between the groves, set in English- 

 looking orchards and gardens, were charming 

 villa residences of wealthy Hobart citizens. 



Past the Iron Pot we entered D'Entrecastreaux 

 Channel, recalling the fact that in 1792 the French 

 admiral of that name, when in search of the unfor- 

 tunate La Perouse, sailed up the lovely Huon 

 River, whose mouth we passed, and gave his ship's 

 name, Recherche, to the sheltered bay we were 

 bound for, sixty miles from Hobart. 



Next morning I was up early taking an appre- 

 ciative look round at the hilly and densely wooded 

 land, a good example of Tasmanian scenery, 



