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& /20 THE GEELONG NATURALIST. 
The 29th.—On a stroll up the creek we find the nest with two: 
eggs (hard set) of Sericornis frontalis. 
After breakfast we start for the Erskine Falls, and find it very 
rough work crossing the ranges. We notice a few Chough (Corcorax 
melanorhamphus) on our way. We halt for refreshments at the 
Half-way House, and then start down a valley track. Our 
footing is rather insecure here, as the hillside is very slippery. In 
the valley we secure the rufus fronted fantail (Rhipidura 
rufifrons) and the rose-breasted robin (Erythrodryas rosea), of the 
latter of which we see a good number later in the day. At last we 
reach the Falls, which, falling from a height of about 80 feet, form 
a most romantic bit of scenery. We visit the Straus Falls, about 
a quarter of a mile on our way back, which though not like the 
Erskine are yet fine falls. 
We stop at the Half-way again for a good square feed, and then 
we start down a gully to the Corra Lynn. Here we find a unique 
patch of ferns, rather a fern hall than a grove, as the tree ferns 
growing very thick unite overhead and shut out the sun. It gives 
one the idea of an underground passage to the lair of some monster. 
On the Corra Lynn we pass a dozen fine views of which, as usual, 
wetakephotos. Then headed by the skipper we take the bed of the river 
as being easier travelling. To make any progress it is necessary to con- 
tinually crossandre-cross, the number of our crossings being estimated 
by a non-mathematical member of the party as about 5000. This 
grows monotonous after the first few times. Presently we strike off 
from the Corra Lynn, and after crossing a couple of hills, find our- 
selves on the St. George. j 
To cross to the side on which our camp lay it is necessary to 
utilize a log rather high above the water; this two of our members 
decline with thanks, preferring to go round to a bridge further 
down. While at our tea a friendly bark stripper informs us that a 
ball is coming off at Lorne in aid of the local museum. He further 
informs us that there will be plenty of **judies" and “stuff,” with 
moonlight coming home. 
The 30th finds us on our road to Cumberland Creek, by the 
const. There being no beach we find it very rough, as we haye to 
elamber over the rocks the whole way. "The cliffs alongside of us 
tower up to several hundred feet in height. There being nothing 
noteworthy along the coast except the rocks there is nothing to 
describe. 
At the mouth of the Cumberland we find something distinctly 
resembling a beach, but no signs of shells. As we look up the 
creek we see that there is abundance of water but very little flat 
country. About half a mile from the mouth Castle Rock towers 
