360 THE VARIOUS ACCOUNTS , [N’. 1507] 
on the west coast of Australia, situated on the shore of Geographe 
Bay, which is sheltered by Cape Naturaliste; the northern point 
of that singular projection on the south-west corner of Australia.” 
“During the greater part of the year the water of Geographe 
Bay is as smooth as a lake, though it is a portion of that vast 
Indian Ocean which extends unbrokenly to the African coast. The 
beach is of smooth white sand, so hard at the water’s edge that 
it is frequently used as a road for riding or driving from Busselton 
to Lockville; the latter place, a few miles to the north, is the 
station of the Ballarat Timbre Company, containing their steam 
saw mills, the termination of their railway, and the jetty from 
which large quantities of that imperishable and valuable timber 
called jarrah is exported to be used as piles, railway sleepers, etc.” 
“Last month I heard a report that the sea-serpent had been seen 
near Busselton, and that the resident clergyman had been one of 
the spectators. Having the pleasure of personal acquaintance with 
that gentleman, I wrote to him on the subject, and received from 
him such an interesting account, that I applied to him for per- 
mission to communicate the facts to your paper, and verify them 
by publishng his name. It is fortunate that the principal eye- 
witness was an educated gentleman, who has for twenty seven 
years been a Colonial chaplain in this colony, and whose description 
of what he saw is clear, simple, and free from exaggeration.” 
“I copy from the letters of the Rev. H. W. Brown the following 
extracts: — 
“On Sunday, March 30, I left Lockville just as the sun was 
setting, on my way home by the beach”’. 
“The afternoon had been oppressively hot, not a breath of wind, 
and the sea was as smooth as a glass. I met C. M’Guire and his 
wife walking towards Lockville.” 
“Soon afterwards, when abreast of the track to Richardson’s, I 
noticed ahead of me what looked like a black log of wood in the 
water a stone’s throw from the shore, nearly end-on to me, and 
apparently more buoyant at that end; getting nearer, I noticed 
that it was drifting apparently towards Lockville, and soon discov- 
ered that it was moving, leaving behind it a very long, narrow 
ridge on the smooth water. I then turned my horse’s head, and, 
at a walking pace kept just abreast of it, unnoticed apparently, 
till I had gained sufficiently on M’Guire to make him hear. I 
then coo-eed oxce; he turned and came back to meet me; but at 
the sound of my coo-ee the fish started off seawards out of sight 
