(Illustration:  The fairies’ glen.)

Passing across this fairy space, I noticed the whitish appearances that usually accompany springs and flood-marks in this region.  We soon reached a most splendid kind of stone trough, under a little stony bank, which formed an excellent spring, running into and filling the little trough, running out at the lower end, disappearing below the surface, evidently perfectly satisfied with the duties it had to perform.

This was really the most delightful spot I ever saw; a region like a garden, with springs of the purest water spouting out of the ground, ever flowing into a charming little basin a hundred yards long by twenty feet wide and four feet deep.  There was a quantity of the tea-tree bush growing along the various channels, which all contained running water.

The valley is surrounded by picturesque hills, and I am certain it is the most charming and romantic spot I ever shall behold.  I immediately christened it the Fairies’ Glen, for it had all the characteristics to my mind of fairyland.  Here we encamped.  I would not have missed finding such a spot, upon—­I will not say what consideration.  Here also of course we saw numbers of both ancient and modern native huts, and this is no doubt an old-established and favourite camping ground.  And how could it be otherwise?  No creatures of the human race could view these scenes with apathy or dislike, nor would any sentient beings part with such a patrimony at any price but that of their blood.  But the great Designer of the universe, in the long past periods of creation, permitted a fiat to be recorded, that the beings whom it was His pleasure in the first instance to place amidst these lovely scenes, must eventually be swept from the face of the earth by others more intellectual, more dearly beloved and gifted than they.  Progressive improvement is undoubtedly the order of creation, and we perhaps in our turn may be as ruthlessly driven from the earth by another race of yet unknown beings, of an order infinitely higher, infinitely more beloved, than we.  On me, perchance, the eternal obloquy of the execution of God’s doom may rest, for being the first to lead the way, with prying eye and trespassing foot, into regions so fair and so remote; but being guiltless alike in act or intention to shed the blood of any human creature, I must accept it without a sigh.

The night here was cold, the mercury at daylight being down to 24 degrees, and there was ice on the water or tea left in the pannikins or billies overnight.

This place was so charming that I could not tear myself away.  Mr. Tietkens and I walked to and climbed up a high mount, about three miles north-easterly from camp; it was of some elevation.  We ascended by a gorge having eucalyptus and callitris pines halfway up.  We found water running from one little basin to another, and high up, near the summit, was a bare rock over which water was gushing.  To us, as we