140 THE AUSTRALIAN NATURALIST. 
The view from the summit well repays the climb. 
The country to the Blue Mountains reminds one of the 
billows of the sea, wave after wave of cliffs, 2,000 feet in 
depth, marking the different watercourses feeding the 
Nepean. We could distinguish the outlines of Mts. Wil- 
son and Hay to the north, whilst to the south, towards 
Goulburn on the tableland, patches of cultivation amongst 
the sombre tints of the Hucalypts. Descending by Mit- 
chell’s track we slide and slip at the expense of shoe 
leather, passing a fairly strong growth of Westringea 
eremicola, a Laswpetalum, which, owing to the absence of 
bloom, we could not determine—our coastal friend, Correa 
speciosus and Zieria cytisoides—until we get on to a ridge 
where the walking is easy enough in the long grass along 
sheep tracks. Our final descent into Jellore Creek was 
productive, as Mr. Cheel discovered Sticta (Stictina) cro- 
cata growing plentifully on a large fallen rock. Goodenia 
ovata was gay on the banks of the creek. We noted some 
fine trees of H. punctata and a heavy growth of Acacia 
decurrens Var mollis, which is so frequently mistaken for 
Acacia decurrens Var nomalis, as we know it, and planted 
for the bark crop, to the confusion and discomforture of 
the grower. I really think something should be done to 
warn people against mollis, which flowers twice a year, 
and can frequently be seen with both flowers and fruit, 
whilst decurrens proper blooms only in October. 
Jellore Creek was beautiful, and having found a suit- 
able spot, we rested our ‘‘ponies’’ within arm’s length of 
the rippling stream and enjoyed the cold water so much 
that we did not care to spoil it with tea. Whilst resting 
and ‘‘blowing the cool tobacco cloud,’’ our eyes were 
eladdened by a visit from a Robin Redbreast, who came 
quite close to take stock of us, flew away, and returned 
immediately with a young cock robin. It was then that 
we wished all our bird lovers were with us, for Mr. Red 
Breast flew down to the water’s edge within three feet 
of us, and having satisfied himself that it was a suitable 
place for a bath, called Master Red Breast down and gave 
him a bathing lesson, totally ignoring the proprieties and 
oblivious of the fact that there was a ‘‘chiel amang us 
takin’ notes.’’ 
It is astonishing how trustful the wild birds are, 
and at the same time how curious the smaller ones. We 
had a 2,000ft. climb ahead of us and a 7-mile walk after- 
