The magpie was out in great force, in the fields and on the fences.  He is a handsome large creature, with snowy white decorations, and is a singer; he has a murmurous rich note that is lovely.  He was once modest, even diffident; but he lost all that when he found out that he was Australia’s sole musical bird.  He has talent, and cuteness, and impudence; and in his tame state he is a most satisfactory pet—­never coming when he is called, always coming when he isn’t, and studying disobedience as an accomplishment.  He is not confined, but loafs all over the house and grounds, like the laughing jackass.  I think he learns to talk, I know he learns to sing tunes, and his friends say that he knows how to steal without learning.  I was acquainted with a tame magpie in Melbourne.  He had lived in a lady’s house several years, and believed he owned it.  The lady had tamed him, and in return he had tamed the lady.  He was always on deck when not wanted, always having his own way, always tyrannizing over the dog, and always making the cat’s life a slow sorrow and a martyrdom.  He knew a number of tunes and could sing them in perfect time and tune; and would do it, too, at any time that silence was wanted; and then encore himself and do it again; but if he was asked to sing he would go out and take a walk.

It was long believed that fruit trees would not grow in that baked and waterless plain around Horsham, but the agricultural college has dissipated that idea.  Its ample nurseries were producing oranges, apricots, lemons, almonds, peaches, cherries, 48 varieties of apples—­in fact, all manner of fruits, and in abundance.  The trees did not seem to miss the water; they were in vigorous and flourishing condition.

Experiments are made with different soils, to see what things thrive best in them and what climates are best for them.  A man who is ignorantly trying to produce upon his farm things not suited to its soil and its other conditions can make a journey to the college from anywhere in Australia, and go back with a change of scheme which will make his farm productive and profitable.

There were forty pupils there—­a few of them farmers, relearning their trade, the rest young men mainly from the cities—­novices.  It seemed a strange thing that an agricultural college should have an attraction for city-bred youths, but such is the fact.  They are good stuff, too; they are above the agricultural average of intelligence, and they come without any inherited prejudices in favor of hoary ignorances made sacred by long descent.

The students work all day in the fields, the nurseries, and the shearing-sheds, learning and doing all the practical work of the business—­three days in a week.  On the other three they study and hear lectures.  They are taught the beginnings of such sciences as bear upon agriculture—­like chemistry, for instance.  We saw the sophomore class in sheep-shearing shear a dozen sheep.  They did it by hand, not with the machine.  The sheep was seized and flung down on his side and held there; and the students took off his coat with great celerity and adroitness.  Sometimes they clipped off a sample of the sheep, but that is customary with shearers, and they don’t mind it; they don’t even mind it as much as the sheep.  They dab a splotch of sheep-dip on the place and go right ahead.