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papers ' on the previous day's plants, breakfast before eight, 

 then walk for two or three hours on the beach or rocks, collect- 

 ing ; then home, laying down Algae till dinner, about five p;m..; 

 then, perhaps, a short walk ; tea at my lodgings or at the 

 Wollastons', and to bed at ten." 



The prospect of a harvest of Algae at King George's Sound 

 continuing but small, Dr. Harvey resolved to try his fortune at 

 Cape Riche, having received a friendly invitation from Mr. 

 Cheyne, a gentleman who had a farm on that shore, to make 

 his house his home for some weeks. Thither, towards the end 

 of February, he accordingly went ; but before setting out on this 

 journey of eighty miles, he was somewhat cheered by a storm 

 in the bay which threw up a quantity of seaweeds. " In one day," 

 he says, " I collected and preserved 700 specimens, some being- 

 new kinds." In sending seeds of land plants, the Boronia megas- 

 tigma, and others, he writes, " One rarely can get ripe seed here. 

 Some plants seem seldom to ripen any seeds,. and others are 

 attacked by troops of maggots, which are deposited in the young 

 pod, and eat the seed as it matures. This is especially the case 

 with leguminous plants. The cabbage-tree {Nuytsia floribunda), 

 one of the commonest and most showy of the flowering trees, 

 and which produces annually sheets of golden orange flowers, 

 thicker than the leaves, so that the bush looks a blaze of gold, 

 has never been known to produce a single seed from all this 

 display. How many centuries since the present stock were 

 sown we cannot tell, but the only increase is by underground 

 suckers from the roots of the old trees. These spread to a great 

 distance, and then form a new stock for themselves. Probably 

 this tree has some underground parasitic attachment, as it 

 belongs to the same natural order as the mistletoe." 



The journey to Cape Riche, being Dr. Harvey's first ex- 

 perience of bush-travelling, claims some notice. He left Albany 

 in company with two of Mr. Cheyne's carts, their drivers, the sister 

 of one of them, and a convict servant. As the rate of travel 

 was three miles an hour, he preferred walking to a seat in the 

 cart ; so, with the convict as his companion, he amused himself 

 with picking the numerous flowers by the way. They saw one 

 of the carts " suddenly upset, completely bottom-upwards, and 

 the shaft-horse on his back, kicking, while the tandem pulled 

 restively." Matters being got to rights, and some fowls caught 



