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CHAPTER IV. 



Road from Paramatta to liverpool— Dismal appearance of 

 dncldiM^ed i!tei--td¥erpQoI— Arrival at Eaby Farm— 

 The ij|>a8»ttm«--I*)r|sdiieE« and free tnen— Advaniagu of 

 being scnteiiccd to an iron gang — London pickjiockets 

 converted into si icpherds — Suggestion vvitli regard to the 



eonviote— I>e<wre Esfey^Mr* Jone^s farm— Cultivation of 



the vine — Sameness n!" the tores^t scenery in Australia — • 

 Lose our way — Journey rusunied — Gloomy appearance of 

 the AuituftKaE vegtetatfoii— The tea tree— ferms— 

 Emu-ford — ^BIuc Mountain range — The Pilgrim Imi — 

 View from Lapstone Hill— Variety of flowering sliirubs^ 

 A beautiful g^ea^Bdad ov€sr the Bktife Mttitntalns— 

 Pit un esque prospects— A mountain station-— Bleak air of 

 the place — Our 8up>per* 



Ota the ISfli of SLipioiiiber, I proceeidei tsim. 

 Paramatta to Eaby fafm, tte&T the cow pastams, 

 (distant twenty-une luLles from Paramatta,) at 

 tliattinu' tlir n'>ith'ii('(' of in v friend Mr. Dtitton. 

 The rtnid from PaniiiKitla to l.iver|JtH>l \va^ in 

 excellent condition, but the land on eaeii side 

 wa^ foi? tlifi most part uncleared ; and, being 



