. Opals and agates : or, Scenes under the Southern Cross and the Magelhans : being memoirs of fifty years of Australia and Polynesia : with nine illustrations. brig, and, aftera preliminary bumping on the sea beach at Georgetown Heads, owingto the tug not giving us enough of the offing, we crossed the straits,and the bay of Port Phillip, and worked our way up the mal-odorousYarra River, with its boiling down nuisances on the my heart sank as I viewed the scene. The river was full ofdead calves, which, impelled by drought, had descended the steepbanks higher uj>, had fallen in, and
. Opals and agates : or, Scenes under the Southern Cross and the Magelhans : being memoirs of fifty years of Australia and Polynesia : with nine illustrations. brig, and, aftera preliminary bumping on the sea beach at Georgetown Heads, owingto the tug not giving us enough of the offing, we crossed the straits,and the bay of Port Phillip, and worked our way up the mal-odorousYarra River, with its boiling down nuisances on the my heart sank as I viewed the scene. The river was full ofdead calves, which, impelled by drought, had descended the steepbanks higher uj>, had fallen in, and got drowned; and this was allthe water Melbourne had to drink, for, it had hardly rained sincethe middle of 1849, and tanks were empty, and there were no Yan-Yean water pipes then. I went ashore, to Tankards TemperanceHotel. How I disliked Melbourne, after Tasmania. No mountains,no lakes, no scenery; all flat plains, dust, and white bark, stuntedgum trees, a dreary waste of pig face (/nesembryanthemum) allthe way from Princes Bridge to Liardets boat shed, on the was dull, money scarce; no produce, but a little wool and ? ? ? ._ .... •J m m- <4 r PI ?tetf £23 I I. 7, < < < OH75 < < s. ?J D o w C-t JOHN OSHANASSY. 49 tallow, to circulate coin on. A smell of new bricks and mortar inthe air, like an outlying part of London, at Camberwell andWalworth. A swarm of childrens funerals every day, fromdysentery, and bad water. Strolling down the street one clay, March, 1851, with my friend,Guthrie, of the Eudora, he pointed out to me, across the road, abig, strong, stout man, in a brown shooting jacket, and standing,looking out from the doorway of a small drapers shop. Guthriesaid to me, Do you know who that is? I said No. That,said he, is a man called John OShanassy ; he has come forward agood deal lately, and will be heard of, more, by-and-by, I was before the gold discovery, and the words were amplyfulfilled after that, as the electors of
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