Upper Shoalhaven. 
Carwary. 
Vast subsidence on a mountain there. 
Goulburn township. 
Great road. 
Towrang hill. 
The Wollondilly. 
Wild country through which it flows. 
The Nattai. 
Moyengully. 
Arrive at the line of great road. 
Convict workmen. 
Berrima bridge. 
Berrima. 
Trap range. 
Sandstone country. 
The Illawarra. 
Lupton’s inn. 
The Razorback. 
Ford of the Nepean. 
Campbelltown. 
Liverpool. 
Lansdowne bridge. 
Arrive at Sydney. 
General remarks on the character of the settled country. 
Fires in the woods. 
Necessity for cutting roads. 
Proportion of good and bad land. 
Description of Australia Felix. 
Woods. 
Harbours. 
The Murray. 
Mr. Stapylton’s report. 
The aboriginal natives. 
Turandurey. 
My mode of communicating with Mr. Stapylton. 
Survey of the Murrumbidgee. 
Meteorological journal. 
Arrival of the exploring party at Sydney. 
Piper. 
The two Tommies. 
Ballandella. 
Character of the natives of the interior. 
Language. 
Habits of those of Van Diemen’s Land the same. 
Temporary huts. 
Mode of climbing trees. 
Remarkable customs. 
Charmed stones. 
Females excluded from superstitious rites. 
Bandage or fillet around the temples. 
Striking out the tooth. 
Painting with red. 
Raised scars on arms and breast. 
Cutting themselves in mourning. 
Authority of old men. 
Native dogs. 
Females carrying children. 
Weapons. 
Spear. 
Woomera. 
Boomerang. 
Its probable origin. 
Shield or Hieleman. 
Skill in approaching the kangaroo. 
Modes of cooking. 
Opossum. 
Singeing. 
Vegetable food. 
The shovel. 
General observations.

AGREEABLE TRAVELLING.

October 27.

Brightly shone the sun, the sky was dressed in blue and gold and “the fields were full of star-like flowers, and overgrown with joy,"* on the first day of my ride homeward along the green banks of the Murrumbidgee, having crossed the river in a small canoe that morning.  Seven months had elapsed since I had seen either a road or a bridge although during that time I had travelled over two thousand four hundred miles.  Right glad was I, like Gilpin’s horse, “at length to miss the lumber of the wheels,” the boats, carts, specimens, and last but not least, Kater’s compasses.  No care had I now whether my single step was east or north-east, nor about the length of my day’s journey, nor the hills or dales crossed, as to their true situation, names, or number, or where I should encamp.  To be free from such cares seemed heaven itself, and I rode on without the slightest thought about where I should pass the night, quite sure that some friendly hut or house would receive me and afford snugger shelter and better fare than I had seen for many a day.

(Footnote.  Remains of Peter Corcoran.  Blackwood’s Magazine.)