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IT
was
the
23d
of
December
,
1864
,
a
dull
,
damp
,
dreary
month
in
the
northern
hemisphere
;
but
on
the
Australian
continent
it
might
be
called
June
.
The
hottest
season
of
the
year
had
already
commenced
,
and
the
sun
's
rays
were
almost
tropical
,
when
Lord
Glenarvan
started
on
his
new
expedition
.
Most
fortunately
the
37th
parallel
did
not
cross
the
immense
deserts
,
inaccessible
regions
,
which
have
cost
many
martyrs
to
science
already
.
Glenarvan
could
never
have
encountered
them
.
He
had
only
to
do
with
the
southern
part
of
Australia
--
viz.
,
with
a
narrow
portion
of
the
province
of
Adelaide
,
with
the
whole
of
Victoria
,
and
with
the
top
of
the
reversed
triangle
which
forms
New
South
Wales
.
It
is
scarcely
sixty-two
miles
from
Cape
Bernouilli
to
the
frontiers
of
Victoria
.
It
was
not
above
a
two
days
'
march
,
and
Ayrton
reckoned
on
their
sleeping
next
night
at
Apsley
,
the
most
westerly
town
of
Victoria
.
The
commencement
of
a
journey
is
always
marked
by
ardor
,
both
in
the
horses
and
the
horsemen
.
This
is
well
enough
in
the
horsemen
,
but
if
the
horses
are
to
go
far
,
their
speed
must
be
moderated
and
their
strength
husbanded
.
It
was
,
therefore
,
fixed
that
the
average
journey
every
day
should
not
be
more
than
from
twenty-five
to
thirty
miles
.
Besides
,
the
pace
of
the
horses
must
be
regulated
by
the
slower
pace
of
the
bullocks
,
truly
mechanical
engines
which
lose
in
time
what
they
gain
in
power
.
The
wagon
,
with
its
passengers
and
provisions
,
was
the
very
center
of
the
caravan
,
the
moving
fortress
.
The
horsemen
might
act
as
scouts
,
but
must
never
be
far
away
from
it
.
As
no
special
marching
order
had
been
agreed
upon
,
everybody
was
at
liberty
to
follow
his
inclinations
within
certain
limits
.
The
hunters
could
scour
the
plain
,
amiable
folks
could
talk
to
the
fair
occupants
of
the
wagon
,
and
philosophers
could
philosophize
.
Paganel
,
who
was
all
three
combined
,
had
to
be
and
was
everywhere
at
once
.
The
march
across
Adelaide
presented
nothing
of
any
particular
interest
.
A
succession
of
low
hills
rich
in
dust
,
a
long
stretch
of
what
they
call
in
Australia
"
bush
,
"
several
prairies
covered
with
a
small
prickly
bush
,
considered
a
great
dainty
by
the
ovine
tribe
,
embraced
many
miles
.
Here
and
there
they
noticed
a
species
of
sheep
peculiar
to
New
Holland
--
sheep
with
pig
's
heads
,
feeding
between
the
posts
of
the
telegraph
line
recently
made
between
Adelaide
and
the
coast
.
Up
to
this
time
there
had
been
a
singular
resemblance
in
the
country
to
the
monotonous
plains
of
the
Argentine
Pampas
.
There
was
the
same
grassy
flat
soil
,
the
same
sharply-defined
horizon
against
the
sky
.
McNabbs
declared
they
had
never
changed
countries
;
but
Paganel
told
him
to
wait
,
and
he
would
soon
see
a
difference
.
And
on
the
faith
of
this
assurance
marvelous
things
were
expected
by
the
whole
party
.
In
this
fashion
,
after
a
march
of
sixty
miles
in
two
days
,
the
caravan
reached
the
parish
of
Apsley
,
the
first
town
in
the
Province
of
Victoria
in
the
Wimerra
district
.
The
wagon
was
put
up
at
the
Crown
Inn
.
Supper
was
soon
smoking
on
the
table
.
It
consisted
solely
of
mutton
served
up
in
various
ways
.
