The Bushman — Life in a New Country by Edward Wilson Landor
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but there was something in the mournful aspect of the scene that
weighed upon the spirits, and made one feel inexpressibly lonely in the midst of that boundless wilderness of forest. Time soon takes off the edge of novelty, and long ago I have learned to feel perfectly at ease and cheerful, whilst lying in the midst of much deeper solitude, with no companions but my horse grazing near me, and the fire at my feet. There is no country in the world so safe for the traveller as Western Australia. The next day we went over the farm of our host. His best land was on the flats at the river side, but his upland, by judicious cultivation, is made productive and valuable. A carriage-drive extends through the grounds and affords beautiful prospects of the river, and of the estates through which it runs; and on the other side, of the Darling Hills. The hedge-rows on this property are planted with olive, almond, and peach trees -- an admirable policy, which ought to be adopted throughout Australia. In a few years -- for the olive bears fruit much sooner here than in the south of Europe -- a valuable traffic in olive-oil may be expected from this colony. The ingenious gentleman who owns this property (which is, in point of soil, one of the worst farms on the Swan) continues annually to add to its value by his persevering system of improvement. He has had a steam-engine constructed on his own premises, and under his personal superintendence; and he grinds his own flour as well as that of his neighbours. The neighbouring estate of W. L. Brockman, Esq., is a more valuable |
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