Old Melbourne Memories: Second Edition, RevisedBoldrewood, Rolf
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Old Melbourne Memories: Second Edition, Revised
Boldrewood, Rolf
Frontier and pioneer life -- Australia -- Melbourne (Vic.); Victoria -- Description and travel; Victoria -- Social life and customs
It boots not to grieve. If we don't ride steeplechases, or try
conclusions with the half-tamed steed, we still find a warm place in our
hearts for a good hack. His Honour Sir William Stawell doesn't do much
in the four-in-hand line nowadays, but I hear that he can walk up a
mountain yet, and do his share of bush travelling in vacation. Life is
but a battlefield at best, and we, the survivors of more than one
decisive action, must bow to the merciful fate which has kept us so far
unscathed, while in secret we make moan over those who lie beneath
green turf or murmuring wave, desert sand or wild-wood tree; whose place
in our hearts, spite of careless speech and smiling brow, may never be
filled up.
CHAPTER XX
YERING
When Mr. Lemuel Bolden and I rode to Yering from Heidelberg, about the
year 1845, to pay a promised visit to Mr. William Ryrie, the Upper Yarra
road and the place of our destination presented a different appearance.
We forded the Yarra below Mr. D. C. M'Arthur's orchard, and crossing a
heavily-timbered river-flat, with deep reed-fringed lagoons, debouched
on the up-river road. This particular locality was well known to me,
inasmuch as, being formerly in our pastoral possession, it had
constituted a species of "chase" in my early sporting days. The only
denizens of that period were an occasional pair of sawyers, generally
"Derwenters," as the Tasmanian expirees were called, thither attracted
by the unusual size and straightness of the timber which grew in the
flats and "bends" of the winding Yarra.
Owing to the sinuous shape of the lagoons on the south side of the
river, coupled with the dense nature of the thickets, it was not an easy
matter for a stranger to find his way through the maze. It naturally
came to be, therefore, the happy hunting ground of my boyhood; many a
grand day's sport and thrilling adventure did I have therein.
The largest lagoon was fringed with a wide border of reeds, growing in
deep water. It had in the centre a clear lakelet or mere, upon the
lonely waters of which disported the mountain duck, with his black and
other congeners, the greater and lesser grebe; while among the reeds
waded or flew the heron (_Ardea australis_), the sultana water-hen, a
red-billed variety of the coot, the bittern, the land-rail, and in the
season an occasional flock of pied geese or black swans.
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