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patch of clover here, which our horse was very loath to pass. In 
fact he seemed quite sulky when we determined to go further. After 
passing Narracan Creek the clearings ceased, and the road again 
became soft. In about two miles we came to another creek, a 
tributary of Narracan, about eight miles from Trafalgar, where we 
determined to camp. This was partly because we did not want to 
make a long journey the first day, and partly to let Mr. Robinson 
who was to reach Trafalgar by the last train that night, overtake us 
before we started the next morning. 
When it has been raining all day, camping does not look very 
inviting, but a tent will keep out ary ordinary rain. Boughs laid 
on the ground with a piece of waterproof on the top of them make a 
sufficiently dry bed, and if wood be selected which is neither green 
nor rotten, it will burn with proper kindling material. This, in the 
present case, was found in some pieces of timber knocked off the 
under-side of a dead log which lay across other sound logs so as to 
keep it off the ground and therefore from getting sodden. We were 
therefore sufficiently comfortable, notwithstanding that it rained and 
blew a good deal during the night. 
It was still showery the next morning, nevertheless we enjoyed a 
bath in the creek, and just as we had finished breakfast we were 
joined by Mr. Robinson, who had come on to Trafalgar that morn- 
ing. At about eleven o’clock we started for Mirboo. Another mile 
and a-half brought us to Macdonald’s track, where there was a house. 
Macdonald’s track, west of the point where we struck it, runs about 
east and west, following the ridge which divides the waters which 
flow into the Moe and thence into the La Trobe and the Gippsland 
Lakes, from those which flow by way of the Tarwin into Anderson’s 
Inlet. At about the point where we struck this track, the water 
shed turns suddenly to the south while Macdonald’s track continues 
in an easterly direction along a ridge separating the waters of the 
Narracan and the Morwell. The direction of the track we were 
followmg being nearly south, was much that of the watershed which 
Macdonald’s track had left, but it did not keep to the ridge exactly. 
It was first a little to the west of it, crossing a small tributary of the 
Tarwin. It then again made the ridge and crossed it into the 
Morwell watershed. This part of the road passed through a forest 
of enormous timber with dense undergrowth, and the road was deep 
with mire. As, however, we turned further away from the ridge on 
the Morwell side, the land became poorer and the timber stunted, at 
the same time the road became dry. At about the point where we 
passed out of the dense forest into the more open and poorer country, 
we passed several selections upon which were houses and clearings, 
and the road continuing to descend, we at last came to Bear’s Creek, 
a tributary of the Morwell, at a spot marked on the maps as Village 
reserve, about fifteen miles from Trafalgar. Passing through this, 
