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They
went
on
again
,
the
wagon
serving
,
from
time
to
time
,
as
a
house
of
rest
for
the
pedestrians
.
In
the
evening
,
after
a
march
of
only
ten
miles
,
the
signal
to
halt
was
given
,
and
the
tent
pitched
.
The
night
passed
without
inconvenience
beneath
a
vast
mass
of
bushy
ferns
,
under
which
enormous
bats
,
properly
called
flying
foxes
,
were
flapping
about
.
The
next
day
's
journey
was
good
;
there
were
no
new
calamities
.
The
health
of
the
expedition
remained
satisfactory
;
horses
and
cattle
did
their
task
cheerily
.
Lady
Helena
's
drawing-room
was
very
lively
,
thanks
to
the
number
of
visitors
.
M.
Olbinett
busied
himself
in
passing
round
refreshments
which
were
very
acceptable
in
such
hot
weather
.
Half
a
barrel
of
Scotch
ale
was
sent
in
bodily
.
Barclay
and
Co.
.
was
declared
to
be
the
greatest
man
in
Great
Britain
,
even
above
Wellington
,
who
could
never
have
manufactured
such
good
beer
.
This
was
a
Scotch
estimate
.
Jacques
Paganel
drank
largely
,
and
discoursed
still
more
de
omni
re
scibili
.
A
day
so
well
commenced
seemed
as
if
it
could
not
but
end
well
;
they
had
gone
fifteen
good
miles
,
and
managed
to
get
over
a
pretty
hilly
district
where
the
soil
was
reddish
.
There
was
every
reason
to
hope
they
might
camp
that
same
night
on
the
banks
of
the
Snowy
River
,
an
important
river
which
throws
itself
into
the
Pacific
,
south
of
Victoria
.
Already
the
wheels
of
the
wagon
were
making
deep
ruts
on
the
wide
plains
,
covered
with
blackish
alluvium
,
as
it
passed
on
between
tufts
of
luxuriant
grass
and
fresh
fields
of
gastrolobium
.
As
evening
came
on
,
a
white
mist
on
the
horizon
marked
the
course
of
the
Snowy
River
.
Several
additional
miles
were
got
over
,
and
a
forest
of
tall
trees
came
in
sight
at
a
bend
of
the
road
,
behind
a
gentle
eminence
.
Ayrton
turned
his
team
a
little
toward
the
great
trunks
,
lost
in
shadow
,
and
he
had
got
to
the
skirts
of
the
wood
,
about
half-a-mile
from
the
river
,
when
the
wagon
suddenly
sank
up
to
the
middle
of
the
wheels
.
"
Stop
!
"
he
called
out
to
the
horsemen
following
him
.
"
What
is
wrong
?
"
inquired
Glenarvan
.
"
We
have
stuck
in
the
mud
,
"
replied
Ayrton
.
He
tried
to
stimulate
the
bullocks
to
a
fresh
effort
by
voice
and
goad
,
but
the
animals
were
buried
half-way
up
their
legs
,
and
could
not
stir
.
"
Let
us
camp
here
,
"
suggested
John
Mangles
.
