is the place where for thirty shillings you may procure the talisman of a license. But perhaps you want to go further. You have heard of Bendigo, and you would like to try your luck there. Then on we go to Bendigo. The direct road from Melbourne to Bendigo Creek is about 100 miles, but from Forest Creek about 30. You keep the side of Barker’s Creek on your progress to the northward. Now and then you pass some encampment in the wilderness. The presence of bottles of various character, innocent and suspicious, is always on the trail of the civilized man. On your right you have the long range of Mount Alexander. Upon a lovely evening my senses were feasted by a delicious scene. All the forest trees before me were in darkness, but beyond them and through them were caught glimpses of the granitic walls of Alexander, brilliantly shining in the last red rays of the setting sun. It was as though I was approaching by night some illuminated enchanted castle. The Porcupine Inn is nearly half-way from Forest Creek to Bendigo. It is often the place of tumultuous revelries among lucky diggers. Some people think it wise to camp beyond that locality. The country beyond Gibson’s station is finely timbered. The pasturage greatly improves as you progress, and few districts present such softness and gentleness of beauty in the landscape. Bendigo has a noble ornament in the fluted, Doric-column like trunks of its magnificent iron bark eucalypti. There is majesty, there is even sublimity in the solitude of an iron bark forest. Then, in the day a variety of pretty songsters awaken the air with pleasure, and the evening is closed in with the wild and ringing chuckle of the laughing jackass. Bendigo is the Carthage of the Tyre of Forest Creek. The diggings there extend nearly twenty miles in length. The ransacked gullies are many; as, Golden, Spring, Jim Crow, Dusty, Poorman’s, Blackman’s, Iron Bark, Picanniny, Long, American, Californian, Eagle Hawk, Peg Leg, and Sailor. Though most of these may be wrought out, a good living may be got in either by the new comer, in a little tin-dish fossicking in deserted holes. Once upon the spot you are ready to go with the rush to any newly discovered gully of wonders. THE DIGGER AT WORK.