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THE GEELONG NATURALIST. rA 103 
and visit the Falls we had been informed of. There appeared to be 
a series, but we had no time to explore on this occasion. Every 
creek along the coast appears to have falls along its course, and 
when one thinks of the country through which they run, it is what 
would naturally be expected. The lowest fall on the Sheoak appears 
to be between 30ft. and 40ft. high. We unfortunately cannot 
measure it, although we have the barometer with us,as the top is 
very awkward to reach. Continuing our journey by way of the 
coast, we cross the Cumberland, and a few yards further on reach 
the Cumberland Caves, or rather cave. This is a cave about 60 feet 
deep, and at the highest part about 15 feet. The floor is pebbly, 
and a few stalactites hang from the roof, but it is nothing much as 
a view. Further along the coast we notice a great increase in the 
height and steepness of the cliffs, especially at Mount’ Defiance, 
which is vertical, and has a face of bare rock. Great masses that 
have split off are piled below, and the process of disintegration is 
evidently continuing at a great rate. Here we strike a miniature 
* glory hole," which for the benefit of those who know it not, is where 
the action of the sea has cut a long cleft in the shelf of rock. In 
this case it is about 15 feet deep (to the water) with a width at top 
of about 3 feet. There is no track on the water’s edge as the rock 
below the shelf is again vertical. Still further along we cross 
Jamieson’s Creek, and then in about a quarter of a mile reach the 
‘Witch’s Head and Artillery Rocks. ‘hese rocks from some points 
of view give a perfect resemblance to the head of an old hag with a 
a couple of small cannon in front. The whole bears the name of 
the * Amazon Battery.” They have a great reputation, which might 
be considered justifiable if you looked at a photograph, but in 
reality they are certainly not worth the walk. After a bit of lunch 
we start back. 
The coast, except a few small patches of sand near the 
Jamieson, consists of long flat stretches of rock alternating with 
huge boulders and piles of concretions of various sizes. The latter 
sometimes reach a diameter of four or five feet. There is a good 
footing, as a rule, as most of the rock is very much honey-combed, 
but you need plenty of spare boots in doing much of the coast. 
“Also if you fall you find out all about it. 
We reach the St. George again about four o’clock, and are by 
no means sorry, as it is a good ten miles from this creek to the 
Witch’s Head. In the mouth of the St. George we notice a blue 
crane (Ardea Noy. Holl), apparently driven in by the rising wind. 
Jan. 5th turns out wet, so we pass the morning in camp, 
skinning birds, cleaning guns, ete. Notice the Spotted Pardalote 
(Pardalotus punctatus). In the afternoon we visit the Lorne 
Museum, but are rather disappointed. 
