undulating scrubs are thickets, and so on.  Several times I was mystified by people telling me they knew there were plains to the east, which I had found to be all scrubs, with timber twenty to thirty feet high densely packed on it.  The next place we visited, was Mr. James Clinche’s establishment at Berkshire Valley, and our reception there was most enthusiastic.  A triumphal arch was erected over the bridge that spanned the creek upon which the place was located, the arch having scrolls with mottoes waving and flags flying in our honour.  Here was feasting and flaring with a vengeance.  Mr. Clinche’s hospitality was unbounded.  We were pressed to remain a week, or month, or a year; but we only rested one day, the weather being exceedingly hot.  Mr. Clinche had a magnificent flower and fruit garden, with fruit-trees of many kinds en espalier; these, he said, throve remarkably well.  Mr. Clinche persisted in making me take away several bottles of fluid, whose contents need not be specifically particularised.  Formerly the sandal-wood-tree of commerce abounded all over the settled districts of Western Australia.  Merchants and others in Perth, Fremantle, York, and other places, were buyers for any quantity.  At his place Mr. Clinche had a huge stack of I know not how many hundred tons.  He informed me he usually paid about eight pounds sterling per measurement ton.  The markets were London, Hong Kong, and Calcutta.  A very profitable trade for many years was carried on in this article; the supply is now very limited.

There was a great deal of the poison-plant all over this country, not the Gyrostemon, but a sheep-poisoning plant of the Gastrolobium family; and I was always in a state of anxiety for fear the camels should eat any of it.  The shepherds in this Colony, whose flocks are generally not larger than 500, are supposed to know every individual poison-plant on their beat, and to keep their sheep off it; but with us, it was all chance work, for we couldn’t tie the camels up every night, and we could not control them in what they should eat.  Our next friends were a brother of the McPherson at Glentromie and his wife.  The name of this property was Cornamah; there was a telegraph station at this place.  Both here and at Berkshire Valley Mrs. McPherson and Miss Clinche are the operators.  Next to this, we reached Mr. Cook’s station, called Arrino, where Mrs. Cook is telegraph mistress.  Mr. Cook we had met at New Norcia, on his way down to Perth.  We had lunch at Arrino, and Mrs. Cook gave me a sheep.  I had, however, taken it out of one of their flocks the night before, as we camped with some black shepherds and shepherdesses, who were very pleased to see the camels, and called them emus, a name that nearly all the West Australian natives gave them.