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Leptospermum wooroonooran. Equally astonisMng was the total 
absence of Dracopliyllum Sayeri, the magnificently flowering tree 
seen everywhere on the summit o£ Wooroonooran. And yet these two 
mountains stand facing each other, their spurs actually connecting on 
the divide between Tringilburra and Babinda Creeks. In place of 
the absent trees were two strangers entitled to almost an equal 
position. They are both named by Mr. Bailey as new to science. One 
is the Orites fragrans, a tall shrub with dense spreading foliage, 
bearing a delightfully fragrant and very beautiful purple flower. The 
other is Melicope chooreechillum, a small handsome tree with lovely 
white flowers. Here also we got the Monotoca Uneafa, found now, 
according to Mr. Bailey, for the first time out of Tasmania. It is a 
small tree bearing a tiny five-celled fruit of a rich red colour. 
There was no sign anywhere on the mountain of Garcinia Mestoni. 
The vegetation of Chooreechillum is really quite different to that of 
Wooroonooran. This is an extraordinary fact. We camped all night on 
the summit beside a huge mass of granite with a small cave iu the 
centre. Eain had fallen all the afternoon, and continued through the 
night. In the morning there were light showers still falling. We 
explored the summit all round — a wild, savage, inhospitable region 
piled with rugged masses of granite rocks upheaved in dark confusion, 
as if thrown there by an earthquake. In places enormous fragments 
20 feet or 30 feet in diameter were piled one above the other ; gloomj'^ 
caves beneath, and shadowy crevices between. Around and over all 
grew beautiful orchids and ferns, and strange flowering plants in 
apparently endless variety. After two hours' collecting we returned 
to the bare face of the summit on the eastern side, and sat down on a 
flat rock to have a calm view of the surroundings. Human voice or 
pen can give but a faint idea indeed of the abysmal gloom of that 
tremendous solitude. We were surrounded by a world of clouds, even 
the rocks within a hundred yards above and below us but faintly seen 
like tombstones in the morning mists. Never before did I experience 
the same sensations. Kising over all was man's sense of his own 
unspeakable insignificance. It seemed as if I had been suddenly 
ushered, like Ulysses, into the realms of Death, 
Where side by side along the dreary coast, 
Advanced Achilles' and Patroclus' ghost. 
In fancy the spectral clouds assumed the shape of some Tiresias rising 
from the awful Shades. The lighter mists were driven by the winds 
swiftly along dismal avenues of enormous vapours, moving slowly 
onward, black as night and silent as the voiceless grave. Imagination 
pictured the solemn phantoms of departed Ages stalking gloomily 
along through long colonnades of majestic clouds. The pale kingdoms 
of Dis marshalled their mournful ghosts. Once only, and for a few 
brief seconds, did we behold the dark form of Wooroonooran, through 
a wind-divided chasm of rolling clouds, apparently far above us, a 
vast black shape revealing itself, and disappearing again in the realms 
of gloom. And once only did the clouds lift like a mighty curtain 
from the mountains to the north, displaying gigantic shadow^s resting 
in the umbrage of the peaks, and myriad columns of snow-white 
vapours shooting upwards from the ravines below, as if we stood over 
the abode of Lucifer, and in the nether depths 
All Hell unloosed 
Its mounded oceans of tempestuous fire. 
