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fully conscious of his situation, all sense away some of the main difficulties which of either pain or terror left him. May beset the question of animal suffering. we not believe that this is the effect of But, if we thus can eliminate the sufferthe methods by which wild animals ex- ing which arises from death, how little tinguish life, whether in one of their own remains to be accounted for save that species or in one on which they prey ; which flows, directly or indirectly, from and that the cries and struggles no more
And now Mr. Rarey teaches us indicate true suffering than the convul- how much of that residue we have insive efforts of a drowning man indicate flicted needlessly, stifling conscience with sensation ? Assuredly such a thought the false pretext that God's gift to us is is not inconsistent with our ideas of unavailing till
, by our own cruelty, it God's mercy; and, if we admit it, we clear has been adapted to our use.
TRAVELLING IN VICTORIA.
BY HENRY KINGSLEY.
I HAVE not had the honour of seeing triumph when it caught sight of us, “I the State of New York; but I am told knew you would stop for the race !" by those who have seen both, that its For, the next day, Victoria and New feverish energy is only surpassed in one South Wales were to meet in deadly place-Melbourne. The utter ignorance conflict. Veno, the long-legged chestnut of home-dwellers about this place is from Sydney, was to run the great interextraordinary; they think it is a howling colonial match with Alice Hawthorne, wilderness. I have seen people landing our plucky little grey. Both Houses in 1857 with bowie-knives in their were adjourned nem. con., so that the belts, and much astonished, instead collective legislative wisdom of the of meeting bushrangers, at being put colony might have an opportunity of into a comfortably padded railway car- drinking its cobblers, and making its riage, and whisked up, if it so pleased bets on the grand stand ; and you may them, to a first-rate hotel. I have dined depend upon it, that, when your honourat the Wellington in Piccadilly, and I ables adjourn, there is something worth have dined at the Union in Bourke seeing; and that was why we stayed in Street; and I prefer the latter. A man town. asked me the other day whether there And so there was something worth were any theatres in Melbourne. I seeing. His Excellency himself was referred him to Miss Swanborough and worth all the money, with his blue coat Mr. G. V. Brooke. There is no account and white waistcoat, and his brown, extant of the Melbourne of to-day; even shrewd, handsome face. It was worth Mr. Westgarth's admirable book is out while to see our bishop and the Roman of date. Let us have a glance at the Catholic prelate bowing and kootooing every-day life of this terra incognita. together, and pleasanter yet to hear the
Day after day I and a friend of mine Wesleyan's wife tell Father G- the stayed in town, comforting one another jolly Trish priest, that she and her huswith false excuses. Our business was band had come to see the “trial of well concluded, but still we lingered on, speed,” and “that it was quite like a in spite of visions which occasionally race, really,” and Father G- offering arose before us of a face we knew, wait- her absolution. Pleasant to look at ing for us, two hundred and fifty miles were the crowded steamers, and the away on old Wimmera, and which face swarming heights around the course, and would probably exclaim with a look of pleasantest of all was it to see the scarlet jacket (New South Wales) and the dark barques, schooners, and brigs of light blue jacket (Victoria) lying side by side, all draught.which work up the river from through the deadly three-mile struggle, the bay. Here comes our little steamer, till the poor little grey was just beat at the Comet, ready to start, with the capthe finish, and then to see every man tain on the bridge—“Only just in time. who had won five shillings batter a Good morning, captain. Portmanteau's guinea hat to pieces in the exuberance aboard. All right, captain. Cut away.” of his joy.
Ha! A little rest after that run is Now the reason I mentioned this was, rather pleasant. Let us look about us; firstly, to make some sort of excuse to plenty to be seen here. The river is my reader for what may otherwise about the size of the Thames at Oxford, appear to have been inexcusable dawd- but deep enough to allow ships of two ling; and, secondly, because in conse- hundred tons and upwards to lie along quence of this delay we were forced to do the wharfs. So here we see the coasting in two days what we should otherwise traders in plenty, regular Australians have taken four at.
bred and born, in all their glory. That Our horses were at a station not far schooner yonder is unloading cedar from from the great new digging of Mount the dark jungles of the Clerance far Ararat, in the Portland Bay district. away there in the north, while her nextMount Ararat was two hundred miles door neighbour is busy disgorging nuts off ; for the last sixty miles there was no and apples from Launston in Van road; and yet we coolly said to one Diemen's Land (I humbly ask pardonanother at breakfast-time next morning, Tasmania); and the clipper barque, “We shall get in to-morrow night.” whose elegant bows tower over our
I lingered over my breakfast as one heads, is a timber ship from New lingers on the bank of the stream, on a Zealand loaded with Kauri pine, and cold day, before plunging in. I knew what not. There goes the seven o'clock that in ten minutes more I should be train across the wooden viaduct! They no longer a man with a free will, but a say that Hobson's Bay railway is paying bale of goods ticketed and numbered, its eighteen per cent. Ha, here we are temporarily the property of the Telegraph off at last ! Company, tossed from boat to rail, from Here we are off at last, panting down rail to coach, like a portmanteau, with the river. “Where to?” say you. Well
, this difference, that if a portmanteau is I'll tell you. We are going down the injured, you can make the company Yarra to catch the first train from pay, but if a man is damaged, they con- Williamstown to Geelong; from Geesider themselves utterly irresponsible, long we go to Ballarat by coach, where and, in fact, the ill-used party.
we sleep; and to-morrow morning we We can see from our window right mean to coach it on to Ararat, and then, down the wharf; and our little steamer picking up our horses, to get to our is getting up her steam under the tall home on the Wimmera. dark warehouses. We must be off. If our reader has never been in Good bye! “Good bye,” says Jack, Australia, he will hardly understand who aint going, puffing at his last new what are the sensations of a man, long Vienna meerschaum ; "good bye, boys, banished, when he first realizes to himand a happy journey.”
self the fact, “I am going home.” So we raced along past the Great Home! No one ever says, “I am going to Princes bridge (copied in dimensions Europe, sir,” or “I am going to England, from the middle arch of London bridge), sir.” Men say, “I am thinking of taking and the Hobson's Bay railway station, a run home, Jim” (or Tom, as the case along the broad wharfs, with all the may be). Then you know Jim (or Tom) Flinder Street warehouses towering on considers you as a sacrosanct person, our right, and the clear river on our and tires not in doing errands for you, Street for you, and tells you all the time now; men ask which is the Swiftsure that, when so-and-so happens (when the (a new clipper of Green's, just arrived kye come home, in fact), he means to in sixty-seven days). That's her next run home too, and see the old folk. the Red Jacket. A black ship with a
We are steaming at half speed past white beading. The Queen's ship, the the sweet-smelling slaughter-houses, Electra, is to sail this morning for with the captain on the bridge swearing England ; there she goes—that gun is to at a lumbering Norwegian bark who has weigh anchor, and lo! in an instant her got across the river, and whose skipper yards are blackened by two hundred replies to our captain's Queen's English men, and, rapidly as a trick in a pantoin an unknown and barbarous tongue, mime, her masts become clothed with a The custom-house officer on board is cloud of canvas, and, as we touch the known to us; so the captain makes a railway pier, the good old ship is full particular exception of his eyes, beyond sail for England. that of the Norwegian skipper and his As I find that we are only a quarter crew, gives them a thump with his of an hour behind the time of the train's larboard paddlebox which cants the starting, and as I see a guard violently bark's head up stream again, and on we gesticulating at us to run or we shall be go.
too late, I, who have before travelled by Plenty to see here, for those who do this line, become aware that we have a not choose to shut their eyes, as we steam good half hour to spare ; and so we down the narrow deep river between turn into the refreshment room to walls of tea scrub (a shrub somewhat discuss a bottle of pale ale, and look resembling the tamarisk). Here are some through the morning's Argus. This fellows fishing and catching great bream; being leisurely accomplished, we are and now, above the high green wall, we sulkily taken into custody by the guard begin to see the inland landscape of broad and locked up in a comfortable firstyellow plains intersected with belts of class carriage. darksome forest, while beyond, distant There is a gentleman at the farther but forty miles, is the great dividing end with his arm full of papers. This range, which here approaches nearer to turns out to be his Honour Justice the sea and gets lower than in any other Blank, going on the Dash circuit-a part of its two-thousand-mile course. very great person; and, after a few frigid Mount Macedon (three thousand feet), commonplaces, we turn round and look Mount Blackwood with its rich gold- out on to the platform. mines, and Pretty Sally's Hill (Apollo, There is a group of respectablywhat a name !), are the three principal dressed men, neat, clean, and shaved, eminences in sight of Melbourne. It is standing together; they are diggers, hard to believe that that wooded roll who have been to town for a day or in the land is one hundred and fifty two, and are now going back to resume feet higher than majestic Cader Idris, work. Near them are two men, who are but so it is.
intending to be diggers, and who have eviNow the river grows apace into a dently not been many weeks in the counbroad estuary, and now suddenly round- try. They are dressed in the traditional ing an angle we see busy Williams- old style of the digger in the pictures, town before us on the right bank-a the like of which was never seen, and group of zinc-roofed houses, a battery, I hope never will be, except among extwo long dark stone jetties, and a tall ceeding green new chums. They have white lighthouse. Now we open on the got on new red shirts, and new widebay too; there are the convict hulks awakes, new moleskins, and new thighunder the battery, with the two ships of boots, and huge beards. One of them, war lying close beyond, and away to too, carries a bowie-knife in a leather the left the crowded shipping.
belt-a piece of snobbishness he will There begins a buzz of conversation soon get laughed out of at the mines.
Ah, well, we won't laugh at these two to us ; so we beckon them to come into poor bears, with their sorrows before; our carrjage. After a quick flash of they will be mightily changed in a recognition from the four blue eyes, year's time, or I am mistaken!
guard is beckoned up to open the door. There is a group much more pleasant The saddles are taken up, and the two to contemplate. Two lanky, brown- brothers prepare to enter. Guard obfaced, good-looking youths—the eldest jects that the saddles must go in the about eighteen, and evidently brothers luggage-van. Guard's suggestion is re-are standing side by side, alike in face, ceived with lofty scorn. Elder brother figure, and dress ; one is an inch longer demands of guard whether he (guard) than the other, but it is impossible to thinks him such a fool as to shy a thirtell them apart. They are not bad teen-guinea saddle into the luggage-van, specimens of Australian youth before and have everybody else's luggage piled the flood (of gold); and, as being charac- atop of it. Younger brother suggests teristic, I will take notice of them in that they shall go in the luggage-van lieu of giving you statistics about the themselves, and take care of their returns per share of the railway ; about saddlery. Guard submits that the sadwhich the less that is said the better. dles will annoy the other passengers. They are dressed in breeches and boots, His honour, the judge, without raising in brilliant-patterned flannel shirts of his eyes from the foolscap sheet he is the same pattern, in white coats of ex- reading at the other end of the carriage, pensive material, with loosely-tied blue says, in a throaty voice, as if he was handkerchiefs round their necks, and summing up, that if the young gentlecabbage-tree hats on their heads. Each men don't bring their saddles in he one has in his hand a stock-whip, some shall leave the carriage. So the valufourteen feet long, and there lies at the able property is stowed away somehow, feet of each a saddle and bridle. They and we are once more locked up. stand side by side silent. They have All this waiting about is altered now. that patient, stolid look, which arises Then there was but one line of rails, from an utter absence of care, and from, and an accident every day; now the let us say, not too much education. trains run, I understand, with wonderLook at the contrast they make to that ful punctuality. At this time we waited lawyer, fuming up and down the plat- nearly an hour altogether; but, being form, audibly cross-examining imaginary men of contented disposition, did not witnesses as to when the dawdling, get very much bored. The lawyer aforejolter-headed idiots, are going to start mentioned was enough to amuse one this lumbering train of theirs. Would for a time. This leading counsel and all the gold in Ballarat induce him to M.L.C. grew more impatient as the stand as quiet and unheeding as those time went on, and at last, having drawn two lads have done for half an hour ? the station-master out of his private He could not do it. But our two bro- office as a terrier draws a badger, he so thers, they are in no hurry, bless you. bullied and aggravated that peaceable They ain't hungry or thirsty, or too hot man that he retired into his house in or too cold, or tired with standing; they high wrath, sending this Parthian arrow have plenty of money, and an easy at the lawyer : "If I thought there round of duties, easily performed. They “ were half-a-dozen such aggravating would as soon be there as elsewhere. chaps as you in the train, I'd start They have never-oh, my pale friends, “her immediately, and have you all who are going into the schools next “smashed to punk ashes against the term to try for a first, they have “goods before you'd gone ten miles.” never tasted of the tree of knowledge. A train comes sliding in alongside of Think and say, would you change with us, and then off we go. Past the battery them?
and the lighthouse, away on to the “The plain is grassy, wild and bare, tumble on board as fast as we can, and Wide and wild, and open to the air.” find that our driver is inclined to attri
bute the lateness of the train to a morbid On every
side a wide stretch of grey wish on the part of his passengers to grass, with here and there a belt of dark make themselves disagreeable to their timber, seen miles off, making capes and driver. This very much embittered the islands in the sea of herbage. A piece
relations between the ten passengers of country quite unlike anything one can on the one hand, and the driver on the see in England. Here and there is a other. The latter, indeed, was the most lonely station, apparently built for the conceited and sulky I ever met among accommodation of the one public-house his very sulky and conceited class. which stands about one hundred yards At length all was ready, the horses off, the only house in sight. Here two were standing immoveable, the driver farmers get out (one of whom has lost settled himself firmly, and said—“Ho!” his luggage), and two get in (one of With one mad bound the four horses whom is drunk, through having waited sprang forward together, one of the too long at the public house for the leaders fairly standing on his hind legs. train). Here also the station-master Three more fierce plunges, and the coach holds a conversation with the guard on vas fairly under weigh, and the four the most personal and private matters, bays were cantering through the shabby every word of which is perfectly audible suburbs of the town. to the whole train, and highly interest- One remarks principally that the ing. And then on we go again.
houses are of one storey, of wood and A pretty blue peaked mountain right iron, and that the population don't comb before us; the mountain grows bigger their hair, and keep many goats, who and bigger, and at length, racing along have no visible means of subsistence. under its hanging woods and granite Now the streets get handsomer, and the crags, we find that the long-drawn bay shops exhibit more plate glass ; now on our left is narrowing up, and that passing through a handsome street, with the end of our journey is near. Then some fine stone houses, and seeing we see a great town (thirty thousand glimpses of the bright blue sea down inhabitants) built of wood, painted white, lanes, we pull up suddenly in a handof red brick and grey stone, with one or some enough market square, with a sintwo spires, and a great iron clock-tower. gularly pretty clock-tower in the centre. Then the train stops ; we have come There is a pause for a moment at the thirty miles, and we are in Geelong. post-office; and then, before we have
There was no time then to notice time to think of where we are, we are what we had been enabled to notice on up the street, up the hill, on to the former occasions—that the Geelong ter- breezy down, with a long black road minus was a handsome and commodious stretching indefinitely before us. building, in a suburb of the second There is a noble view beneath us city in Victoria, in the port of Great As we look back, a circular bay, Ballarat; no time for that now. There intensely blue, with a shore of white stands before the gateway of the station sand; a white town, pretty enough at a coach like a cricket-drag, with an this distance; two piers with shipping, awning of black leather, and curtains of and a peaked mountain rising from the the same.
It holds about ten people, is sea on the left—as like, I suspect, to drawn by four splendid horses, and is Naples and Vesuvius as two peas. The driven by a very large, very fresh- myrtle-like shrubs which fringe the coloured, and very handsome Yankee, shore, and the trim white villas peeping who is now standing up on his box, and out from among them, carry out the idea roaring in a voice half sulky, half frantic, amazingly, until the eye catches a tall “Now then here, now then, all aboard for red chimney-stack or two, and watches a Ballarat. All aboard for Ballarat." We little cloud of steam flying above the