pass for tea, and was enjoyed by all.  After this refreshment a move was made, the luggage had gone on, and the party followed in their two coaches.  We now began to approach a more pleasing country, and drove through little montes of scrub and trees, with a few bright-coloured verbena and cacti growing near the ground, making a brave show, and that larger optunia, the prickly pear, with its silver grey appearance and the bright crimson of its fruit showed up occasionally against the low trees.  Altogether, the land had a more homelike and less expansive appearance, as it was broken up by these little groups of trees.  It was a glorious drive.  We were favoured with another exquisite sunset which shed weird and beautiful light over this strangely quiet and empty country.  As the four-horse char-a-banc had started some minutes ahead of the more modest two-horse vehicle, it was to be supposed that it would reach the destination, Los Moyes, first, and we hear that there was some consternation expressed by the party of the smaller coach when, on their arrival they found that nothing had been heard, or seen, of the more ambitious vehicle.  However, The Chaperon on being appealed to, impassively murmured “They’re all right,” and started to give orders for unloading, and putting up beds and generally arranging matters as if the section house belonged to him, and this callousness on his part, we are told, calmed the others sufficiently to allow of their enjoying the remnants of the sunset, undisturbed by any thoughts of the horrible fates which might (but were not likely to) have overtaken their companions.

Certainly Los Moyes section house is most prettily situated, with an expanse of alfalfa beyond the little front garden, and trees in the distance opening to show a glimpse of the smallest lake.  There are three of these lakes not far from the house, and fishing is carried on, by means of spearing, in their waters.  Long after the last trace of sunset had faded from the sky, The Jehu appeared with his coach, and a rush was made by the hosts of Los Moyes, and their earlier arrivals, to ascertain the cause of this delay.  All anxiety was quickly allayed by one glance at the face of The Instigator.  He was exuberant with joy.  The rest of the occupants of the coach seemed rather less excited, and more weary, as they explained that The Instigator had sighted in the far offing a steam plough, and despite murmurs of “the dinner waits and we are tired” from The Delineator and The Wild Man, he insisted on investigating that plough, in fact on trying it himself, and it was with difficulty he was persuaded to return to the coach, and continue the drive home.  We believe the credit for this latter achievement is due to The Delineator, who, with tact worthy of a diplomat, suggested that if an early return to the ploughing were made next morning, photos could be obtained of the machine and its work.  This bait was successful, and The Instigator was gently enticed away with promises of “to-morrow.”