Western Range, Tasmania. 
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Sorell, Arthur (of which there are two separated by a 
neck of land), Echo, and Crescent, and two or three 
smaller: of these the scenery about St. Clair is far the 
most striking. Of the Great Lake I cannot say much 
that is favourable as regards its scenery; for though the 
views of it from the various elevations are line, there is 
too forlorn an aspect, and too much sameness in the 
endless succession of woody ranges of hills that surmount 
it, to create any portion of the admiration so constantly 
excited by the magnificent scenery of the lakes of Europe. 
The very uniformity of the sombre tint of the vegetation 
is of itself sufficient to detract from the general effect. 
On leaving the lake we pursued our way over several 
more of the narrow plains already referred to, without 
seeing an animal of any kind, except a wild bull ap¬ 
parently driven from the herd to which he belonged. 
There was one of these animals on the range, known by 
the name of Mountain Jack, who was in a similar pre¬ 
dicament; but as he chased every person he saw, and 
placed the life of more than one stock-keeper in jeopardy, 
he was shot shortly after my excursion. With the 
exception of the animal we saw alone, none of the 
wild cattle would allow us to approach within gunshot 
if they once got sight us, but scampered off at the 
top of their speed. They are cattle that have escaped 
(some of them many years since) from their owners, 
together with their progeny. They are not numerous, 
for most of the calves perish. A short time previous 
to our ascent of the range, a wild bull joined a tame 
herd; upon which three young bulls of the herd at¬ 
tacked, and killed him. On this occasion the oldest of 
the three attacked him in front, while the other two as¬ 
saulted him on the flanks, thus evincing some tact: the 
battle lasted about twenty minutes. 
Our last nocturnal habitation on the range was very 
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