48 THE WOMBAT. 
The Olub’s Dark Room is always at the disposal of visitors 
to Geelong, and the Hon. Secretary is happy to afford all 
information that may be wished. The Club would be thankful if 
firms who issue photographic publications or Lists would forward 
copies of same to the Hon. Sec., Mr. J. Hammerton, jun. 
SOUTHWARDS. 
A turex days’ holiday at the end of September presented what 
seemed a good opportunity for extending our acquaintance with 
the birds of the Southern woodlands, and so the close of a quiet 
Spring afternoon found us wheeling along the road to Anglesea 
River. Some seven miles out we skirted a small plantation of 
black wattles and could hear the Little Tits (Acanthiza nana) 
chirping lightly from the foliage. Wattle plantations in otherwise 
fairly open country are this bird’s chief resort, whilst its allies 
A. pusilla and A. lineata prefer respectively the ti-tree thickets 
and forests of messmate. At Freshwater Creek we heard a 
Pardalote by the creek side: no doubt it was P. assimilis, which 
is the common species with us. 
From this point we had two or three miles of grasstree plain 
patched with honeysuckle to trayerse. The Fulvous-fronted 
Honeyeater (Glycyphila fulvifrons) showed itself once or twice, 
‘piping weirdly from the wayside shrubs. Nearer Jan Juc a clump 
of mimosa in flower among the honeysuckes looked promising, and 
going over to inspect, I was rewarded with a sight of the Whiteface 
(Xerophilu lencopsis). I got close enough to make absolutely sure 
of the bird, which I have now noted three times in as many places 
along the same road this Spring. Many Scarlet-breasted Robins 
(Petrceca leggii) flitted between the stunted trees, and in a mimosa 
bush a nest which I took took to be that of the Tomtit ( Geobasileus 
chrysorrhoa) yielded a single egg of the Narrow-billed Bronze 
Cuckoo (Lamprococcya basalis). ‘The shadows lengthened and my 
companions were thinking of the long forest road in front, so I 
rejoined them and we sped down the hillside to the village, to walk 
up the steep southern ascent. One comes into the bush suddenly 
at the top of this hill; the messmate forest with that subtle delicate 
aroma of gum leaves and wholesome earth ot the wilderness which is 
so swift to recall the associations of boyhood. First of the bush 
birds we saw the Buff-rumped Tit (G. reguloides) which is plentiful 
hence right down to the coast. ‘This species represents the Tomtit 
of the more open country and is so close to the latter bird in 
