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			<transcript><![CDATA[<p>This is an online version of Samuel Lazarus’ diary. It was written between September 1853 and January 1855 by an enterprising young man who established an auction house in a large tent close to the miner’s camp at Eureka. His diary contains one of the few eyewitness accounts of the events leading up to and including the Eureka uprising at Ballarat, Victoria in December 1854.</p><p></p><p>This version allows you to read the diary from cover to cover. Each page can be viewed with the transcript next to it, or as a zoomable and pannable large image. You can also navigate through the document using the next and previous arrows at the top of each page or via one of the five thumbnail pages.</p><p></p><p>If you need help at any time, use the information button located in the top right-hand corner of the tool bar.</p><p></p><p>To begin, click on the View Thumbnails link above.</p>]]></transcript>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-007-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.1"></a>Saturday Sep 24th 1853</h2>Very busy all day preparing our establish-<br>ment previous to it being transferred to<br>two young men who will probably make<br>more of it than we have as they are quite<br>conversant with the business. They came<br>up in the evening and took possession<br>after paying us 100£ in Cash and 3 months<br>bill for 50£ for the stock tents good<br>will &amp;c - As for the "good will" they<br>have that as far as I am concerned<br>in every sense of the term, for am heartily<br>sick of the fumes of the oven and dispensing<br>lolly-sticks and comfits to the colonial<br>small fry. We celebrated the event with<br>a glass and a song, and made the night<br>of our parting with the old tent as merry<br>a one as any we had passed in it.</div>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-008-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.3"></a>Monday Sep 26th</h2>Mr Welsh and Mr White went up the<br>road to make enquiry about a piece<br>of land a man has offered to us a<br>day or two back. After they left we<br>had a narrow escape of a serious ac-<br>cident with our mare. I was taking<br>the bit out of her mouth to give her a<br>drink of water when the bridle slipped off her<br>head, and away she dashed with the dray.<br>Some children were playing in the direction<br>she was galloping and I expected to see<br>them knocked down and crushed to death -<br>happily she darted around the stump<br>of a tree before she reached them and<br>knocked the dray completely over - When<br>we reached her she was lying on her back<br>kicking away with her feet in the air.<br>With the association of some men who were<br>fortunately at hand we extracted her before<br>she had sustained any injury.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-009-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.4"></a>Tuesday Sep 27th</h2>Jessy ran away again with Ginger, but<br>was stopd before she had done any damage.<br>Mr Welsh and Mr White fixed upon a spot<br>6 or 7 miles up the road to erect a lemonade<br>establishment upon a similar scale to our<br>Georges modest commencement.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.5"></a>Wednesday Sep 28th</h2>Finished our wood cutting speculation</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.6"></a>Thursday Sep 29th</h2>Deposited 200£ in the Bank.<br>Put up a four stall stable. -</div>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-010-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.8"></a>Saturday Oct 1st</h2>We were all sitting round the fire this<br>afternoon talking over our future oper-<br>ations when a rap sounded at the door.<br>George opened it and immediately<br>uttered a wild exclamation of sur-<br>prise - a few seconds more and as wild a<br>cry of amazement issued from me - for<br>who should show before me but our old<br>friend George Morgan - The delight of<br>seeing a valued friend whom we thought many<br>thousands of miles away suddenly appear before<br>our eyes as though he had dropd from the heavens<br>was a pleasure equal to the surprise.<br>He was of course beseiged right and left<br>with a storm of questions which would<br>have left his lungs in a hopeless state if<br>he had attempted to answer the whole<br>of them. When the sober reality of his<br>presence amongst us became familiar to<br>our senses - we gradually obtained news of<br>our dear friends on the other side of the<br>world. - We learnt with pleasure that
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-011-ms13518"></a><br>my Mother was better and that Jack and<br>all our friends, were in tolerable health - we were<br>also relieved to find that the suspense<br>and anxiety they must have felt<br>about us has been removed by<br>the arrival of Georges letter a very short time<br>before George Morgan set sail - until that arrived<br>their anxiety must have been extreme -they have<br>even given us up dead. - Georges mind was<br>inflamed with the usual fascination which takes<br>possession of the brains of most new arrivals<br>and was eager in his desire to try his luck<br>at the gold field - I think however we have<br>in part succeeded in turning his ideas in<br>another channel and it is probable he will<br>adopt a wiser course and take up his<br>abode with us.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-012-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.9"></a>Sunday Oct 2nd</h2>Mr Humphries another Wellingtonian<br>came up to see us.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.10"></a>Monday Oct 3rd</h2>All went to Melbourne. - Passed by<br>the jail and saw the tightened ropes which sup-<br>ported the lifeless bodies of three wretches who<br>had been executed a half an hour before.<br>The bodies were hidden from view by a wooden<br>erection, a contrivance which takes a little<br>from the horror of the exhibition. To have the<br>last awful grapple with death set up like a<br>curiosity for the edification of a gaping multitude<br>is a sickening contrivance unworthy of an<br>advanced country.<br>Went to Bears sale yard &amp; bought a very<br>nice looking spring cart for 42£ - this<br>we intend employing in taking<br>round various kind of goods in which<br>George Morgan, who by the bye has decided<br>on taking our advice, is to join us - at the same<br>time we offered Jessy for sale and were
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-013-ms13518"></a><br>fortunate as it afterwards proved in not selling<br>her, for on trying her in our new spring cart<br>we found she was just the best for it.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.11"></a>Tuesday Oct 4th</h2>Felt quite disgruntled with horse dealing, and<br>almost in desperation struck a<br>bargain for one with dray this afternoon for 135£.<br>He is an elephant in height and bone and<br>to look at him one would think he would be<br>able to pull a church.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.12"></a>Wednesday Oct 5th</h2>Took the horse and dray down to the Wharf.<br>The first load I had went from Raleighs<br>Wharf to a place about 3 miles on the Prahran<br>road. The load was composed of long awkward<br>pieces of timber - the roads were vile - in some<br>places nearly to the axle in mud - and my<br>horse was low in condition, so that altogether<br>I had a benefit which I do not altogether<br>appreciate - owing to the wretchedness of the<br>road and perhaps more to my inexperience
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-014-ms13518"></a><br>in dray driving I did not accomplish<br>the journey before two o'clock, by which<br>time my own appetite &amp; that of my horse<br>began to lay some claim on my attention.<br>I therefore turned up a street to get some<br>corn but was seized upon by a young<br>man who asked me to take 4 heavy<br>casks for him. In passing with<br>them over a deep gutter which separated<br>two streets the shock loosened the rope they<br>were bound with and down they came<br>with a heavy smash to the ground. By<br>happy fortune they were not stone<br>and I escaped a serious loss. Im-<br>mediately I had delivered them I was pounced<br>upon again and it was late in the evening<br>before I could give my horse a feed.<br>George Morgan met with a friend of his (Mr<br>Ladbury) who has been in the colony about four<br>years and got on exceedingly well - he is<br>owner of 4 or 5 vessels and has an interest<br>in a considerable amount of property in<br>various parts of the city.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-015-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.13"></a>Thursday Oct 6th</h2>Took two more loads of timber to<br>Prahran - In taking the second<br>I missed the proper road by some ac-<br>cident and I had not gone far before<br>my dray stuck fast axle deep in a<br>bog - The horse pulled &amp; strained<br>at it but it was utterly useless to try to get it out<br>without unloading and I was obliged to<br>hire a man to assist me - After con-<br>siderable difficulty and labour the unloading<br>got the dray out and reloaded, but<br>I had not proceeded more than a quarter<br>of a mile before smash went the dray, in<br>another hole: again I had the same toil.<br>The labour was great for the tim<br>ber was long and heavy and difficult to<br>arrange and I felt myself by this time<br>getting rather tired - we got it up at length<br>however and started once more, but fate<br>and my own stupidity had guided me<br>to the most horrible part of this horrible<br>road and I had not gone far before
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-016-ms13518"></a><br>I saw my wheels sink heavily in a<br>third bog. I felt my spirits sink as heavily<br>within me as my wheels sunk in the<br>mud and was almost tempted to throw half<br>the load off, but I was persuaded to give<br>one more trial and by good fortune reached<br>the end of my journey without further ac-<br>cident - It was late in the day by this<br>time and the poor beast had had nothing to<br>eat or drink since breakfast time. I there-<br>fore drove to the nearest water, which was<br>the Yarra. As soon as the poor beast felt<br>the water about his feet he rushed in dragging<br>me &amp; the dray after him and but for the assis-<br>tance of some men who were kind enough<br>to offer their help he would probably have<br>been drowned.</div>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-017-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.15"></a>Saturday Oct 8th</h2>George and George Morgan had pretty<br>profitable day - In returning from<br>Melbourne met man in woman's clothes<br>handcuffed and guarded by an armed Police<br>man.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.16"></a>Sunday Oct 9th</h2>George Morgan, George and I started<br>this morning to pay Welsh &amp; White a visit.<br>The roads were worse than our experience<br>even in Australian travelling has led us to expect<br>&amp; we were a considerable time in getting there.<br>- We found them tolerably comfortable, and<br>full of hope of making money, which I hope<br>they may find realized.<br>Their establishment<br>is a small but by no means improbable<br>foundation for a fortune. It consists of a<br>snug good looking tent with a crimson lining<br>a couple of planks with props under for a<br>table - two boxes for seats - a barrel of<br>lemonade two glasses - and a few other
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-018-ms13518"></a><br>small et ceteras - from which unpretending<br>source it is possible they in future<br>years have to trace an increasing stream<br>of comfort &amp; prosperity - While we were<br>there I learnt that the man I had seen<br>yesterday in woman's clothes had shot a<br>man dead some short distance up the road.<br>We stayed an hour or two and started<br>back in a pelting rain which soaked us<br>to the skin before we reached the house.</div>
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<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.18"></a>Tuesday Oct llth</h2>As I was returning from Melbourne this<br>afternoon a respectable looking female came<br>up to me and enquired the way to Pentridge<br>Stockade. She told me she had come to<br>Australia under very distressing circum-<br>stances. Her husband who had held a<br>good position in England came out more
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-019-ms13518"></a><br>than 12 months ago and after a time wrote<br>to her saying he was doing very well &amp; desired her<br>to join him - When she arrived here she could<br>hear no tidings, and those whom she expected would<br>be able to give her intelligence of him seemed to<br>preserve a misterious silence which per-<br>plexed and alarmed her - At length some<br>one ended her suspense &amp; told her the painful<br>truth - He had become connected with a<br>set of dissipated unprincipled characters,<br>had been induced to participate in a<br>robbery - and was now under sentence of<br>five years hard labour on the roads -<br>I pity the poor woman for some part of<br>the dark shaddow of the husbands crime is<br>sure to fall upon the wife, but as for him<br>his punishment is nothing more than a just<br>retribution. - If a man cannot be content<br>with getting money honestly in a country where<br>industry finds so many openings to prosperity<br>and often competence, he deserves a rigid<br>punishment.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-020-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.19"></a>Wednesday Oct 12th</h2>The man came up to to-night in a state<br>of excitement and told us he was<br>just recovering from a fright which had put<br>his seven senses in jeopardy. He had<br>left the dray for a few moments to seek<br>after a load and to his surprise he found<br>on his return that it was gone - After searching<br>the wharf, the streets, and making enquiries at<br>the Police Station, he met a man driving<br>it along Flinders lane - and went up and de-<br>manded what he was doing with it -<br>It turned out that Andrew Martin had<br>had a spare load, and seeing our dray standing<br>near and no driver to avoid loosing it he<br>loaded the dray and dispatched a man<br>with it.</div>
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-021-ms13518"></a><br>took the horse off yesterday.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.21"></a>Friday Oct 14</h2>Went to Melbourne to try to get a con-<br>tract for the horse &amp; dray but failed.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.22"></a>Saturday Oct 15</h2>Andrew Martin &amp; I were walking along the<br>wharf this afternoon when our attention<br>was attracted by a sale of hay by<br>auction. - We bid for it and had only<br>one competitor and 8 tons of it was<br>knocked down to us at a very low price<br>I think we shall be able to make some<br>little by it.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.23"></a>Sunday Oct 16th</h2>George &amp; George Morgan went to the<br>Wesleyan Chappel Melbourne this morning.<br>Before this I am ashamed to say neither<br>of us had entered a place of worship since<br>we have been in the colony. - Several<br>things contributed to keep us away. Perhaps
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-022-ms13518"></a><br>one reason was the limited extent<br>and humble character of our wardrobe.<br>In every day transactions I find I have<br>a most convenient disregard for per-<br>sonal appearance, - but when I thought<br>of the well dressed congregation in a place<br>of worship and look at my cord trousers<br>&amp; well worn coat I felt something of the<br>old feeling struggling within me which I<br>could not conquer. I did not go<br>with them as Andrew Martin had<br>promised to come up &amp; see me, but joined<br>them in Melbourne at noon. After din-<br>ner we went to the Wharf &amp; heard a<br>latter day saint deliver a parcel of<br>absurd twaddle to a group of his<br>gloomy deciples. - He was interrupted by<br>an Irishman in the midst of his discourse<br>when he utterly lost sight of the amiable<br>christian charity he had been dwelling upon<br>a few minutes before with such fervour<br>and earnestness. - He wound up by offering for sale<br>a number of books teeming by his account with
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-023-ms13518"></a><br>vital interest. - It appeared to turn out<br>an indifferent speculation, for with the<br>exception of the chosen few immediately around<br>him, they did not seem to be appreciated as<br>he thought they deserved.<br>George Morgan &amp; I went down to<br>Cartons at night.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.24"></a>Monday Oct 17th</h2>Sold two tons of the hay I bought on Saturday<br>to Barfast &amp; Dillon for 32£. -<br>To my great delight George brought a<br>letter from Mother with him this evening.<br>It had come by the "Great Britain". - She<br>writes cheerfully and is full of hope of a joyful<br>meeting. - I trust the time may not<br>be far distant when such a hope will be<br>realized. - Two other letters longer and more<br>explicit are on the road it appears, whose<br>arrival I shall anxiously expect. -<br>Mr Carton and his two daughters paid<br>us a visit this evening. - They came to make<br>enquiry about our Spring Cart, as they
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-024-ms13518"></a><br>wish to ride down to town with us in<br>the morning. - We seem to be getting more<br>among the pretty faces every week. - the<br>two young ladies who honored our humble<br>dwelling with their comforting presence<br>this evening are the finest girls in the place.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.25"></a>Tuesday Oct 18th</h2>As I was walking along the Sandridge road<br>this morning I heard a little fellow by the<br>road-side singing out at the top of his voice<br>"Pies Pies Lemonade Lemonade". - I lookd at him<br>and found to my surprise that it was little<br>Henry Hall - The drollery of his appearance<br>his hands thrust to the bottoms of his pockets<br>turning over his money - and his knowing business<br>look at first inclined me to laugh, but there<br>was enough of evidence about him of<br>trouble elsewhere to check merriment, and I<br>stopd him in cries after customers and enquired<br>about his Mother &amp; her family - I followed<br>his directions and found her living in a<br>large square tent on Emerald Hill.
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-025-ms13518"></a><br>I had some hope when they took their<br>house in Bourke St - that they were approaching<br>a better state of things and such indeed as she<br>has told me today would have been the case had<br>it not been for the disgraceful conduct of<br>her unprincipled husband. - his violent conduct<br>and drunken habits ruined all her efforts to pro-<br>mote her family's welfare, and obliged them<br>to leave the comforts of a house, for the misery<br>of tent life. - Mr Hall -(I can scarcely<br>find patience to write his name) after<br>having treated her with wanton cruelty started<br>off this morning to the diggings. - His departure<br>although it was under circumstances exceedingly<br>painful and trying to her feelings, is in my<br>opinion the happiest event that has happened<br>to her since she has been in the colony.<br>Mrs Hall was about to advertize for us as<br>she had received a letter from my Mother<br>who had written to her in great anxiety<br>begging of her to let her know if we were dead<br>or alive. - My Mother's letter of later date<br>which we received by the "Great Britain"
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-026-ms13518"></a><br>has however set our minds at rest.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.26"></a>Wednesday Oct 19</h2>Went to Pentridge to make enquiry<br>about a house or piece of ground for<br>Mrs Hall, - but found on my return that<br>George and George Morgan had seen her during<br>the day and she had told them she had been re-<br>commended since she saw me to take<br>some place on the Sandridge Road. -</div>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-027-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.28"></a>Friday Oct 21</h2>To our surprise the horse came up<br>this evening without the dray. - The man<br>told us he had fallen down in Flinders<br>lane with a load and he had had the<br>greatest difficulty to bring him home<br>even without the dray. - We fetched<br>the farrier to him &amp; for an hour or two<br>I was afraid we were going to lose<br>him. -</div>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-028-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.30"></a>Sunday Oct 22  [Sunday Oct 23]</h2>Andrew Martin &amp; Welsh came up<br>and dined with us - In the afternoon<br>George and Geo<br>Morgan startd off in the trap to<br>see Mrs Hall &amp; family - I did not<br>go as I had a previous engagement<br>- After they were gone Humphrey &amp;<br>his brother dropd in and stayed here.</div>
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 .</h2>A cataract of virtuous indignation<br>rattled on my devoted head at about 1 o'clock<br>this morning from the effects of which my<br>brain is hardly yet fit to jostle with the<br>sober realities of everyday life. -<br>Last evening George and George Morgan were<br>seized similtaniously with a severe writing<br>fit, which malady unfortunately did not<br>extend itself to me. - I sat for some time<br>like patience on a monument; a grim silence<br>reigned through the extensive premises<br>relieved only by the fidgetty scratchings of their
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-029-ms13518"></a><br>pens. - I could neither hear a word nor<br>utter a word even to that beloved friend Charles<br>Evans, and I presently began to feel the gloom<br>creeping insidiously upon me, - I have a<br>most potent hatred to the glooms so I very<br>quietly retreated from their approach and strold<br>down to Cartons. - I remained there for some<br>time enjoying myself with great success<br>- There were two pretty girls to teaze and<br>be teazed by - one of the necessaries of life rarely<br>met with in this unaccommodating country -<br>Mrs Carton had found out by one of the ac-<br>cidents in conversation that I was a de-<br>voted admirer of salads, and Mr Carton slipd<br>quietly to the garden without my knowing<br>it for some green stuff, so there was an agree-<br>able supper to discuss, and altogether old<br>father Time glided along with such easy<br>steps that I quite lost sight of the fact that<br>there was anything so dismal as midnight<br>about him - But alas! at this awful mid-<br>night hour "when churchyards yawn" and a<br>lot of other horrible et ceteras, a rap sounded
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-030-ms13518"></a><br>at the door. - I suspected who it was<br>and hid myself behind one of the chairs<br>and presently heard George enquire with<br>with nervous trepidation if I was there. -<br>He was told at first in joke that I was not<br>but an exclamation burst from them both which<br>three full grown notes of admiration would not<br>do justice to and I rose in surprise to see<br>what was the matter. - But woe to my folly, -<br>no sooner was my head visable than a volley<br>of stormy words battered against it which left<br>me almost hopelessly stupified for a large number<br>of seconds. - I recovered myself in time to hear<br>their long indignant strides echoing fiercely on<br>the punished earth. - After stumbling in the<br>dark over deep ruts and dried up water<br>holes, and dodging round gloomy looking stumps<br>which stood grimly in my path like grave-<br>stones in a churchyard, I in due time reached<br>the house and found my terrible assailants dis-<br>robing in hot haste preparatory to re-<br>tiring to their virtuous couches. - Here<br>the fire of their indignation blazed forth
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-031-ms13518"></a><br>afresh - and I was glad to scramble<br>into bed &amp; get my head under the<br>blankets.<br>This evening I was surprised to<br>see Barfoot ride our mare Jessy<br>up to the door and soon after up<br>came George and Gillespie in the<br>trap with a strange horse in the<br>shafts. - It turned out to be a horse<br>Gillespie had bought &amp; was desirous<br>of trying in harness.</div>
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-032-ms13518"></a><br>and brought up some goods George<br>and George Morgan had bought<br>yesterday at an Auction Room.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.34"></a>Thursday Oct 26th  [Thursday Oct 27th]</h2>Was late today that a poor fellow - a<br>drayman had been murdered<br>up the road a day or two ago.<br>Murder is now so familiar to our ears<br>in all its horrible forms that it almost<br>fails to excite the same feelings which<br>a similar tale calld up in our breasts in<br>England although there it was generally<br>divested of half the savage cruelties<br>which accompany it here.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.35"></a>Friday Oct 27th  [Friday Oct 28th]</h2>Took the horse to Melbourne to be<br>bled. - At about 2 oclock this morning<br>a destructive fire broke out in Collins<br>Street which has destroyed from 60<br>to 80,000£ worth of goods besides a<br>considerable amount of building. -
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-033-ms13518"></a><br>When I was there the ruins were yet<br>hot and smoking. - The tardy arrival<br>of the fire engines and the miserable supply<br>of water caused one extensive store to be<br>destroyed which might otherwise have<br>been saved. It is thought that at one time<br>the progress of the flames was so slow that<br>a single bucket full of water well di-<br>rected might have prevented their laying<br>this store in ruins - The Engine belonging<br>to the Mounted Police made its miserable<br>appearance without a supply of hose<br>and with one solatory bucket and<br>even that out of repair.<br>- Calld at Cartons and found that<br>Miss Carton was about starting to Mel-<br>bourne. - Walked down with her. -</div>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-034-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.37"></a>Sunday Oct 29  [Sunday Oct 30th]</h2>George &amp; Geo Morgan<br>went to Cotterills place about 15<br>miles in the bush - Took the<br>two Miss Cartons in the trap to Mel<br>bourne. -</div>
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<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.39"></a>Tuesday Oct 31  [Tuesday Nov 1st]</h2>Took the horses to Bears sale<br>yard - The horse was bid for as<br>high as 98£ when some fool of<br>an Irishwoman bid 99£ &amp; it was<br>knocked down to her. After she had<br>paid 10£ deposit she became dissatis-<br>fied with her bargain and wanted<br>her deposit money back again. - She gave<br>us a deal of trouble &amp; annoyance and
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-035-ms13518"></a><br>the matter ended by our losing<br>the sale of the horse and the old<br>fool losing her deposit. -<br>Before we started this morning a<br>magnificent horse with a bridle<br>on his head &amp; the bit out of his mouth<br>ran up towards our stable - I caught<br>him &amp; tyed him up &amp; was glad to find<br>on our return the owner had discovered<br>him. -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.40"></a>Wednesday Nov 1  [Wednesday Nov 2nd]</h2>All went down to Bears again<br>after awhile Geo Morgan &amp; I left<br>George &amp; came up &amp; pitched a tent<br>which we sold a quarter of an hour<br>after putting it up. - In the evening<br>George came up and told us he had<br>sold poor Jessy. I have never felt<br>more regret in parting with an<br>animal.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-036-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.41"></a>Thursday Nov 2  [Thursday Nov 3rd]</h2>George went to Bears again.<br>George Morgan &amp; I went to Cotterills<br>to see after the Bullock dray. -<br>The horse had been<br>taken ill during the night and would<br>not go through his trial and he<br>was eventually sold for 45£, by<br>which we have incurred a loss<br>of about 100£. This is our first se-<br>rious slip backwards.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.42"></a>Friday Nov 3  [Friday Nov 4th]</h2>Went to Melbourne to engage a<br>Bullock driver - On my return I<br>saw White - I fear they are not<br>doing very well - The charcoal burning<br>seems a complete failure. -</div>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-037-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.44"></a>Sunday Nov 5  [Sunday Nov 6]</h2>All went to Mr Gillespies to<br>dinner &amp; spent a very pleasant<br>day.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.45"></a>Monday Nov 6  [Monday Nov 7]</h2>Lost one of the Bullocks and found<br>him again by the Merri Creek.<br>Mr &amp; Mrs Gillespie drove up in a<br>gig &amp; surprised us in a horrible<br>mess. -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.46"></a>Tuesday Nov 7  [Tuesday Nov 8]</h2>It frequently happens that one disappointment<br>paves the way for the entrance of another.<br>We have had today an unpleasant<br>proof of this. Two Germans had made arrangements<br>to fill up our loading and the regular<br>loading prior and we of course took no other<br>measures to secure it, but we found to our annoyance<br>today that they had drawn aback from their<br>engagement on some trumpery pretext and were<br>not going - they had even the impudence to tell
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-038-ms13518"></a><br>George &amp; Geo Morgan that they had not hired<br>our dray at all - It is only the serious delay<br>which a law proceeding would occasion us that<br>prevents our taking measures which would make<br>them heartily repent their shabby conduct.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.47"></a>Wednesday Nov 8th  [Wednesday Nov 9th]</h2>Early this morning we<br>packed up our goods &amp; chattels on our bullock<br>dray, took leave of the few friends we have<br>made in Brunswick &amp; made a start to the<br>Ballarat Diggings on our new speculation. Our<br>intention, unless our observations when we reach<br>there changes it is to commence auctioneering in<br>our large tent, with the addition of anything else<br>by which we can make money which our<br>experience there may gradually suggest.<br>I hope we may soon begin to step forward<br>again - a few more slips in the other<br>unfortunate direction similar to those<br>which have lately made such disastrous<br>tugs at our purse strings &amp; we should be thrown<br>completely on our backs for the deuce knows<br>how long. -
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-039-ms13518"></a><br>I had occasion to go to Melbourne &amp; after<br>they had loaded Humphrey &amp; I started there with<br>the intention of overtaking them at Flemington. -<br>- While I was standing in a druggist shop in<br>Melbourne I witnessed a touching instance of the deep<br>seated hold which the love for a child has in the affection<br>of the roughest natures. - A strong built rough<br>looking fellow came running in the shop crying till his<br>utterance was almost incoherent &amp; enquired in<br>a tone of painful anxiety &amp; grief for the doctor.<br>He was told he was not in &amp; the dispairing look of<br>the poor fellow was painful to contemplate.<br>He said his only child a poor beautiful little<br>dear as he termed it was ill &amp; not likely to live.<br>- The clinging insinuating love for a child is one<br>of the greatest happinesses which the labouring man<br>is blessed with &amp; it is a hard trial for him to con-<br>template the sorrowful gap which the loss of one occasions.<br>- We found our companions waiting for us<br>at Flemmington which we all left in a short<br>time &amp; pursued our way to the diggings.<br>Our bullock driver was a sailor whom we<br>had known previously and being quite satisfied
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-040-ms13518"></a><br>with his straitforward  []
 integrity we<br>preferred him to a professed hand at this.<br>He has had but little experience in the<br>delicate art of bullock driving - we<br>soon found however to our dismay that<br>there were more difficulties to surmount<br>and our coachman less ability to overcome<br>them than we had anticipated and the<br>consequence was he lost control over<br>the bullocks &amp; the dray was soon in a<br>muddy ditch. - After a world of coaxing<br>threatening and thrashing they condescended<br>to drag us out and their lazy locomotion<br>in due time brought us to the verge of<br>another mess. -<br>This was at the Salt Water Punt by<br>the aid of which we had to cross a deep<br>river. - here our rebellious cattle seemed<br>obstinately bent on committing suicide<br>and but for the timely aid of a gentleman<br>who kindly lent his assistance it is
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-041-ms13518"></a><br>hard to say whether they<br>would have effected their sanguinary pur-<br>pose or not. - On the other side of the<br>punt we mounted with infinate difficulty<br>a steep hill or rather a precipice<br>at the summit of which Tom our dri-<br>ver had the satisfaction of seeing an<br>immense level plain before him on which<br>he could safely &amp; conveniently practice<br>himself in his new profession -<br>- Our progress was unutterably lazy and<br>snaillike, but the country we traveled<br>through was new to us and the hours<br>glided slowly on with some degree of<br>pleasure - before us and on our right<br>stretching as far as the eye could<br>reach were immense grassy plains<br>undulating in emerald folds like the<br>swell of the ocean and on our left the bay<br>with its crowd of shipping glowed in the<br>sunlight like a polished mirror. -<br>Disappointment has of late become<br>so familiar to us that we were very
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-042-ms13518"></a><br>little surprised on being coolly<br>told after travelling 9 or 10 miles that<br>our locomotive agents were gravely taking<br>us to Geelong instead of Ballarat. -<br>It appears we had taken the wrong course<br>across the plains, - but however the day<br>was wearing away &amp; we had no other re-<br>source than to proceed a mile or two<br>in the same direction and halt for<br>the night by the side of a creek. -<br>We were all agreeably struck<br>with the extreme beauty of a number of<br>shrubs and flowers which were growing<br>in rich luxuriance by the waterside - some<br>of them were delicately chaste and beau-<br>tiful and would have been a valuable addition to<br>any highly cultivated garden.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.48"></a>Thursday Nov 9th  [Thursday Nov 10th]</h2>Struck across the plains in the<br>hope of falling in with the right road.<br>- Tom has not yet got his horned charges<br>into docile subjection and we had
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-043-ms13518"></a><br>considerable difficulty in keeping them in<br>the road and making them sensible that<br>they were not taking an excursion for<br>their own pleasure. - In crossing a creek<br>they got into horrible confusion and pulld<br>all ways at the same time - Toms wits<br>were scattered as much as the bullocks<br>and in spite of a cataract of oaths and<br>lashes - most of which latter fell either<br>on the dray or on some of us - the<br>wheels sunk in the bed of the creek<br>up to the axle - we tried every<br>method which the exigence of the<br>occasion suggested to us but without<br>avail and we were compelled to<br>unload and carry the goods to the top<br>of a long steep hill. - The undertaking<br>was far from pleasant for some of<br>the goods were upwards of two<br>hundred weight - and the suns heat was<br>blazing - we had at length however<br>the gratification to see the last of them<br>at the top of the hill and after a rest
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-044-ms13518"></a><br>and the refreshing influence of a cup<br>of tea - a beverage invaluable in the<br>bush - we made another start and tra<br>veled without further mishap untill<br>evening when we encamped near<br>to an out Station. - There we assertained<br>that we had traveled at the amazing<br>rapidity of 8 miles a day - and we<br>began to entertain some feeble hopes<br>of reaching our destination before old<br>age commenced his insiduous touches<br>on our frames. - At the Station<br>Humphrey was surprised at meeting<br>with a fellow townsman - a young man<br>who had been articled to an attorney<br>and who was now following the<br>rural occupation of a sheppard. - Writers of Guide<br>Books speak in glowing language of the<br>delights of sheppard life in Australia<br>but to my thinking it is among the most<br>doleful and miserable occupations a<br>man previously accustomed to active life<br>could drag on existence in. -
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-045-ms13518"></a><br>While we were on the road Humphrey<br>had a narrow escape of a serious ac-<br>cident - He had loaded his pistol with shot<br>and by some mishap it went off and the<br>contents passed across his leg grazing<br>the skin in several places.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.49"></a>Friday Nov 10th  [Friday Nov 11th]</h2>Started early this morning and by a miracle<br>took the right road. - About middle day<br>the immense green plain we were<br>traveling over began to be dotted with<br>trees - the cooling refreshing sea breeze<br>gradually left us and we began to<br>feel the somewhat oppressive heat of<br>the bush. - After traveling for some dis-<br>tance over a country more like a beautiful<br>park than the wild uncultivated face<br>of nature - we came to the summit<br>of a hill were we found to our alarm<br>that we had one the most dangerous<br>and precipitous roads to descend<br>which I ever saw attempted. - With a
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-046-ms13518"></a><br>competent driver I should not have felt<br>any fear for the result, but Toms in-<br>experience made us all tremble for the<br>safety of the bullocks necks. - By good<br>fortune to the infinate relief of all - bullocks<br>included I expect - we reached the bottom<br>without accident - although we had several<br>narrow escapes. - There we found a<br>winding romantic valley abounding in<br>rich pasturage and we therefore turned<br>out the bullocks and took up our abode<br>in it for the night. - After night had<br>closed upon us we heard shouts at the<br>top of the hill and George and Geo Morgan<br>went to see what it was about - they were<br>away a considerable time and I began<br>to fear something was wrong and I<br>started after them and found them<br>half way up the hill assisting two men<br>to get a horse and cart down the same<br>road we had descended. - By hold on behind<br>with all our strength and blocking the wheels<br>we succeeded in getting it down in safety.
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-047-ms13518"></a><br>After supper I went out shooting by moon-<br>light and shot two oppossums.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.50"></a>Saturday Nov 11th  [Saturday Nov 12th]</h2>The men we assisted last night were<br>of valuable service to us in helping us<br>over the deep creek &amp; up a tremendous<br>hill out of the valley, a feat which<br>would have taken us a day to have ac-<br>complished. - We passed through a de-<br>lightful valley calld Bachus's Marsh, the<br>first cultivated land we have seen since<br>we left Melbourne - barley and oats<br>were flourishing in the richest luxuriance<br>- there was a steam flour mill - three<br>good looking Inns - and a number of<br>houses and stores. - Attached to one of<br>the houses was the most beautiful<br>garden I have seen since I have been<br>the Colony - We passed over Sandford Hill<br>and encamped in a valley in the after-<br>noon.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-048-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.51"></a>Sunday Nov 12th  [Sunday Nov 13th]</h2>In order to get the assistance of our<br>late fellow travellers<br>at a bad part of the road<br>some 8 or 9 miles in advance we put<br>ourselves in motion this morning with an arrange-<br>ment that they were to overtake us at<br>the next creek. - We had uphill tra-<br>velling all morning through a fine verdant<br>country calld Portland Hills - where we had<br>now and then an opportunity of viewing a<br>magnificent panorama of scenery<br>and at about midday came to the above<br>Creek. - There was a good crossing just<br>wide enough to admit the dray in safety<br>over the creek and for a moment we<br>entertained the ridiculous<br>notion that our untractable quadrupeds<br>would keep the right track, - The<br>folly of our hope was speedily proved<br>by our wheels sinking in a bog to the axle<br>which all our efforts and Toms thrashing<br>and swearing could not get the dray
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-049-ms13518"></a><br>out of, and we were compelld to our<br>intense mortification to unload. The<br>disagreeable process delayed us a con-<br>siderable time so we decided upon re-<br>maining for the remainder of the day.<br>- After we had finished our camping<br>arrangements we had the delightful lux-<br>ury of a bathe a pleasure we have<br>seldom of late had an opportunity of<br>indulging in. In the evening two men<br>with a bullock dray came up and<br>encamped near us.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.52"></a>Monday Nov 13th  [Monday Nov 14th]</h2>Started this morning in company with the<br>bullock dray that joined us last night.<br>After traveling 6 or 7 miles we came<br>to a creek worse than any we had<br>hitherto crossed. - Our companions went<br>in first and stuck in the middle to<br>the bed of the dray and the water washed<br>about their load which was composed of<br>flour - After infinite trouble and a
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-050-ms13518"></a><br>a complete tempest of oaths from the<br>drivers, the beasts pulld it out and<br>dragged it up an almost perpendicular<br>bank on the other side - We all stood in<br>amazement to see the dray run up a<br>place more like a wall than anything<br>else even the drivers accustomed as they<br>are to Colonial roads were astonished. -<br>As a matter of course we stuck fast<br>too, so fast indeed that 14 bullocks<br>pulld at it in vain, and the drivers<br>at last declared it was impossible to<br>extricate it - so that we had no other re-<br>source than to resort to the old ex-<br>pedient and unload with this agreeable<br>addition that in doing so half of our bodies<br>were in mud &amp; water. - The pleasant task<br>lasted about and hour when we made<br>a start once more up a long steep<br>hill. The pull was heavy and laborious<br>and the poor beasts were very much<br>fagd by the time they reached the top.<br>There we found that our companions
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-051-ms13518"></a><br>had met with an accident with one<br>of their wheels - the whole of the spokes had<br>broken and one of them had gone ahead<br>to get another dray. - It was late when<br>he returned so we all decided on remaining<br>for the night. - Towards evening we<br>discovered by the aid of our telescope - our late<br>fellow travellers coming down the hill in<br>the distance towards the creek and Geo<br>Morgan I and Humphrey walkd down<br>with the intention of assisting them.<br>By the time we reached them however they<br>had crossed the creek &amp; were preparing<br>to encamp.<br>After staying a short time Geo Morgan<br>&amp; I left Humphrey chatting with them<br>&amp; took a ramble over the ranges towards<br>our encampment. - The scene from the<br>hills was lovely beyond expression - The sun<br>had set and a mellow twilight and the<br>silvery rays of a full moon shed a<br>soft light over the beautiful landscape.<br>- Below us stretching for miles was a
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-052-ms13518"></a><br>rich winding valley rising and falling<br>in graceful undulations till it was lost<br>in the distance. - Here &amp; there were beau-<br>tiful emerald mounds dotted with trees. -<br>and at the bottom a picturesque stream<br>overhung with the varied foliage of<br>shrubs &amp; trees &amp; its sides sprinkled with<br>delicate flowers - wound its serpentine<br>course. - I cannot remember any scene<br>in my own country beautiful as many<br>of them are, to excel it - I was going to<br>say, perhaps even to equal it -<br>- After I reached the encampment<br>Humphrey came up &amp; brought me an in-<br>vitation to supper from our<br>friends in the valley. - I accordingly<br>went down with him &amp; enjoyed a very<br>delightful supper which we found spread<br>out for us. - While I was there I shot<br>a singular looking bird calld the<br>Mowpok. - George made a dam-<br>per which I think if we eat much of<br>will speedily put a sensible damper on
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<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.53"></a>Tuesday Nov 14th  [Tuesday Nov 15th]</h2>Passed through a valley where a town<br>was gradually springing up.<br>Our journey has gradually been increasing<br>in difficulty and toil untill today it<br>reached its climax at a horrible place<br>calld the black marshes. - We were bogd<br>three times within half an hour in a<br>black slimy swamp - one of our com-<br>panions in assisting us out of the<br>third, broke one of his yokes which we<br>of course paid for - this cost us l£ and<br>on an anxious investigation into the state<br>of our finances we made the elevating<br>discovery that we had the large sum<br>of five shillings to regale ourselves with<br>for the remainder of our journey.<br>- We encamped among the swamps where<br>we divided our damper - with a dampness<br>of spirits which was somewhat ludicrous<br>and put a slight check on the cravings
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-054-ms13518"></a><br>of our appetites. - Everything was damp<br>considerably damp - the ground, our beds<br>our bodies, and our spirits. -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.54"></a>Wednesday Nov 15  [Wednesday Nov 16th]</h2>Got up this morning in a miserable plight<br>with an appetite like an ogre but nothing<br>to eat. - I could not help laughing as I con-<br>templated the five of us discussing with<br>dolerous gravity a ghost of a breakfast<br>composed solely of tea - It is fortunate<br>for us that we are now within a days journey<br>of the diggings or we should probably<br>have to make our miserable appear-<br>ance on them under the gaunt escort of fa-<br>mine. - In passing down a steep hill<br>which appeared to me about as safe as tra-<br>veling down the roof of a house our dray<br>had a narrow escape of a capsize - about<br>half way down one of the wheels sunk into<br>a hole &amp; the dray nearly lost its<br>equilibrium - the other wheel lifted from<br>the ground and but for our hanging on to
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-055-ms13518"></a><br>it &amp; pulling it down it must have fell over<br>&amp; the bullocks in all probability would have<br>been killd - We traveled towards evening through<br>a dense forrest of magnificent timber -<br>twice we were stuck fast in bogs and pulld<br>out by a double team of bullocks and at length<br>to our relief our misery ended by our halting<br>within five miles of the diggings. -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.55"></a>Thursday Nov 16th  [Thursday Nov 17th]</h2>- George Morgan George &amp; I walked<br>over to Ballarat leaving the bullock -<br>dray at the encampment - We took a stroll<br>through the diggings where we found con-<br>trary to our expectations that<br>there were several auctioneers carrying<br>on business there. We attended one of them<br>and the difficulty there appeared to be in<br>effecting sales rather staggered the sanguine<br>hopes we have entertained of that knocking down<br>profession - In returning we held a con-<br>sultation on our future movements and at<br>length decided on changing our former
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-056-ms13518"></a><br>purpose - selling our goods as quickly<br>as possible, and opening a Restaurant<br>in our large tent. - We were astonished<br>to see the immense number of stores, - every<br>fourth or fifth tent was either a<br>store or a refreshment tent, and we were<br>puzzled in no small degree to think how<br>they could all get a living. - The riddle was<br>in a great measure solved however on our<br>assertaining that the government officials winked<br>at the infringment of the law and nearly all<br>sold grog. - In returning to our encampment<br>we saw a rare and beautiful species of<br>parrot which we were afterwards told was<br>the "Crimson Windsor". The<br>color of the wings was a superb blue and<br>the body a gorgeous crimson the contrast<br>was brilliant in the extreme. -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.56"></a>Friday Nov 17th  [Friday Nov 18th]</h2>Started with our dray this morning for<br>the diggings and arrived there at about 10<br>o'clock. - After asking the advice of several
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-057-ms13518"></a><br>diggers as to the probable course of the diggings<br>for the ensuing summer we fixd upon a<br>spot on Commissioners Flat. - There is little<br>to encourage us in the present appearance<br>of the locality for there are very few tents on<br>it now, but we are led to believe that it will<br>soon be the busiest quarter on the diggings<br>- We had unfortunately a strong wind<br>to contend against in pitching our tent and<br>the undertaking was one of considerable<br>difficulty - some good natured Yankees how-<br>ever saw our dilemma and kindly lent us<br>a hand. After we had pitched it we<br>were rather gratified to find that it was<br>considerably larger than any other on<br>Ballarat. - In the evening a man who<br>is building an Inn in the township seeing<br>our bullock dray standing near offered us<br>work for it. It is to carry timber at the<br>rate of 15 shillings the hundred feet of which<br>it appears the dray is capable of carrying<br>800 or 900</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-058-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.57"></a>Saturday Nov 18th  [Saturday Nov 19th]</h2>Went with Geo Morgan to cut timber in the<br>bush. We started with the vigourous intention<br>of carrying 8 or 10 poles a distance of between<br>2 &amp; 3 miles &amp; sanguine of success in carrying<br>out our resolution we set to work and<br>fell a number of young trees, - but the mad-<br>ness of our expections was soon apparent in<br>our trying the weight of four of them - We<br>may as well have attempted to pull down<br>St Pauls Cathedral with our teeth as carry<br>eight of them to our tent. - We made our<br>appearance there with one each on our<br>shoulders and even that was an undertaking<br>we neither of us felt the slightest inclination<br>to repeat. - Our tent begins to attract<br>considerable attention &amp; during the<br>day we have been amused by overhearing<br>numerous speculations on the object for<br>which it is intended - one is quite sure it is a<br>theatre - another as confident it is to be a Chappel<br>- and a third tells his companions it is for the<br>soldiers, but not one seems to hit the right mark.
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-059-ms13518"></a><br>In the evening George I and Humphrey took<br>a portion of our goods to Canadian Gully<br>to be sold by Auction - One portion of our<br>load was a rather heavy trunk full of goods<br>which we were obliged to carry on our<br>shoulders, the friction of which we grunted<br>under for a distance of about two miles. -<br>- We were disappointed and dissatisfied with<br>the Auctioneer - who seemed to be a confirmed puppy<br>&amp; what was worse nearly drunk. -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.58"></a>Sunday Nov 12th  [Sunday Nov 20th]</h2>George &amp; I went to Canadian<br>Gully this morning with the intention of going<br>to Chappel, but we heard enough outside to<br>scare us away. - The preacher was a complete<br>rant. - Our tent was in a most precarious<br>state the greater part of day - one of the<br>reach-poles got loose and at last fell, tearing<br>a hole 5 or 6 feet long in front<br>Tom returned this evening with the dray and<br>took the bullocks to the black swamp. -</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-060-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.59"></a>Monday Nov 13th  [Monday Nov 21st]</h2>George &amp; Geo Morgan went to the hill<br>early this morning to fetch Tom and the<br>bullocks. - They were a long time away<br>&amp; I started after them and found the dray<br>but neither them nor the bullocks -<br>After scouring the bush for two or three<br>hours I fell in with Tom who told me<br>he had lost the bullocks. - We both started<br>again and traveled a considerable distance<br>through the bush and half round<br>an immense swamp but without success<br>&amp; returned afternoon thoroughly<br>tired and almost in dispair about finding<br>- When we reached the township however<br>we found to our relief that George had<br>discovered them near the swamp after having lost him-<br>self in the bush, which he had considerable<br>difficulty in tracing his way out of.<br>In the evening Geo Morgan &amp; I went to<br>Warren Heap with the bullock dray to bush it for the night and<br>bring back saplings in the morning. -<br>In trimming a tree I accidently drove the
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<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.60"></a>Tuesday</h2>Returned about 12 o'clock - Went to see about<br>licence for our tent. - George &amp; George Morgan<br>took the goods in the dray, through the<br>diggings to try to sell them. - They found the<br>stores full and left them to be sold at the<br>Auction Rooms. - a poor fellow was killed<br>at the Canadian Gully to day - It is gener-<br>ally the practice to leave a spare rope<br>extending from the top of the hole to the<br>bottom, so that on any sudden emergency<br>the man below may climb a distance up<br>untill there is time to lower the rope from<br>the windlass. - This precaution had un-<br>happily been neglected in this instance - The man<br>was undermining at a depth<br>of upwards of a hundred feet and drove<br>into an old mine and in rushed a tremendous<br>body of water. - The poor fellow sprang to the<br>bottom of the shaft and cried for help to his
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-062-ms13518"></a><br>companions at the top who lowered the rope<br>with all possible speed - by the time<br>reached him the water was gathering so fast<br>around him that he lost his presence of mind<br>and only grasped the rope with his hands leaving<br>his feet unsupported. - It was a grasp for<br>life, with death following steadily behind<br>him, &amp; he held on with the strength of desper-<br>ation - he was drawn to within a yard or two<br>of the top, almost within reach of a saving hand<br>when his strength fail him and he fell headlong<br>into the water beneath him. - The efforts of<br>his companions to get out his dead body<br>have been yet unsuccessful and as a last re-<br>source they are going try a harpoon. -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.61"></a>Wednesday Nov 15th  [Wednesday Nov 23rd]</h2>We had another long vexating walk after<br>our bullocks to-day which has de-<br>layed us considerably. I shall heartily<br>rejoice when we get rid of them -<br>Went in the afternoon to the Government<br>butcher who had offered us his assistance
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-063-ms13518"></a><br>in procuring a licence. - I found him in<br>his tent cheating the government with<br>open effrontery - grog and porter was<br>going round as freely as in a public<br>house. - I sat down opposite to a roughly<br>dressed man &amp; on looking at him I was<br>surprised to find it was Mr Butcher one<br>of our late fellow passengers. - It ap-<br>he is worse off now than when he landed<br>which from what I saw of him on board<br>I am not at all surprised at. - His brother<br>he told me had died from the effects of<br>drunkenness - on the Bendigo. - It shocks one<br>even on the diggings where the vice rages<br>so fearfully, to hear of a young man scarcely<br>twenty drinking himself to death. - It is painful<br>to contemplate the horrible havoc which<br>drunkenness makes on the diggings - many<br>a poor infatuated fool destroys in a few<br>weeks the chance of placing himself in easy<br>and happy circumstances for life. - even<br>women feeling themselves relieved from the<br>salutary checks which society in civilized
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-064-ms13518"></a><br>life lays on them fall into a vice bad<br>enough in men, but disgusting and repulsive<br>beyond expression in women. -<br>Went to the Commissioners Camp and<br>procured a form of application for a licence<br>to be filld up and signed by four store<br>keepers</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.62"></a>Thursday Nov 16th  [Thursday Nov 24th]</h2>Went to the Court House &amp; gave in ap-<br>plication for licence. - A German band<br>made its appearance on the diggings today<br>- From the profitable account they evidently<br>turned their notes to music seems to be<br>pretty freely patronized by the diggers -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.63"></a>Friday Nov 17th  [Friday Nov 25th]</h2>Stores are springing up very quickly<br>around us and the most of them anticipate<br>a good flow of business in this locality. - our<br>speculation will either turn out very pro-<br>fitable or very indifferent. - our success<br>depends on the veins of gold running in a
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-065-ms13518"></a><br>certain direction - every known indication is<br>in our favor but the experience &amp; knowledge<br>of the most practiced dlggers have been fre-<br>quently baffled, and we must wait patiently for<br>the result before we can expect even moderate<br>success with any degree of confidence -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.64"></a>Saturday Nov 18th  [Saturday Nov 26th]</h2>Took our tent down again and repaired<br>it. - Took our bullocks and dray to the<br>Auction Yard but to our annoyance they were<br>not sold. -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.65"></a>Sunday Nov 19th  [Sunday Nov 27th]</h2>Tom left us this morning in a very unceremo-<br>nious manner and started down to Mel-<br>bourne. - We have had a taste of the incon-<br>venience which his singular (but I suppose<br>colonial) conduct is likely to occasion us. -<br>George &amp; I started off to see after the bullocks<br>towards the swamp. - We kept together for<br>an hour or two, but at last in a dense part<br>of the bush we lost sight of each other
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-066-ms13518"></a><br>I walked on a considerable distance with-<br>out knowing where I was going to &amp; at length<br>fell in with a native who luckily could<br>speak English. He pointed out the<br>course I aught to take &amp; in due time I<br>reached our tent - the shade of which after<br>a four or five hours walk under a hot<br>sun was very acceptable. - George returned<br>about an hour afterwards having found the<br>bullocks in endeavouring to find his own way</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.66"></a>Monday Nov 20th  [Monday Nov 28th]</h2>- To our great relief and satisfaction we<br>bullocks &amp; dray today - for ll0£. -<br>- Busy framing the tent - Engaged a black<br>for 10£ to assist us</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.67"></a>Tuesday Nov 21st  [Tuesday Nov 29th]</h2>Engaged a black cook who is to come<br>next Wednesday. - It was arranged today<br>that George Morgan should start for Mel-<br>bourne to-morrow morning to make the ne-<br>cessary purchases for our operations. - It was
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-067-ms13518"></a><br>suggested at first that there should be a<br>toss up for it, but George Morgan laid heavy<br>claims on our sympathies on account of his anx-<br>iety to receive letters from his family and that<br>popular contention was dispensed with. -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.68"></a>Wednesday Nov 22nd  [Wednesday Nov 30th]</h2>George Morgan started soon after sunrise<br>this morning. - Almost the first thing we<br>saw on getting out of bed was a great hole<br>in the tent - It was at a part which it was<br>impossible to get at without pulling it down<br>altogether so we were obliged to swallow our<br>vexation and lower it. - We repaired it after<br>a good deal of difficulty - repitched it and<br>stretched it in the frame for the first time.<br>It was much admired by passers by and<br>speculation was very busy as to its object<br>- We had one or two offers during the day. A<br>magician applied for it - and afterwards a<br>comic singer offered his services. -</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-068-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.69"></a>Thursday Nov 23rd  [Thursday Dec 1st]</h2>A neighbour of ours - a storekeeper - who<br>has like hundreds around him formed too<br>strong an attachment to the bottle was<br>robbed to-day of 30 or 40£, by a base villain<br>whom he had taken into his store for<br>the purpose of befriending. - I have seen<br>the scoundrel and he owns one of the most<br>ruffianly &amp; repulsive faces I have seen<br>for some time past</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.70"></a>Friday Nov 24th  [Friday Dec 2nd]</h2>Our tent unfortunately faces the north<br>a position I am afraid which will sub-<br>ject us a very objectionable amount of wind<br>and dust - To day we were visited with a<br>violent storm which drove cloud after cloud<br>of blinding dust direct into our tent - I heard<br>of 2 or 3 stores being blown down - one at the<br>back of us I saw torn to rags - ours luckily<br>stood the strain well -</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-069-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.71"></a>Saturday Nov 25th  [Saturday Dec 3rd]</h2>- Was very much surprised to see Hurst<br>passing by as I was standing at the door<br>of the tent. - He stayed tea with us and<br>gave us an account of his and Duke Paine's<br>operations since we had seen them last.<br>- I was sorry to find that they had gone<br>through no small amount of hardships<br>without receiving any benefit by them.<br>They are now connected with a party<br>near to us and appear to be sanguine of<br>a better aspect of affairs turning up soon.<br>- Their perseverance well deserves such a<br>reward for their labour</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.72"></a>Sunday Nov 25th  [Sunday Dec 4th]</h2>- This morning we found to our annoy-<br>ance that the reach pole of our tent<br>had got loose from the middle pole &amp;<br>our canvas was in danger of being in<br>the same predicament it was in before.<br>- I climbed the pole &amp; fortunately was able<br>to secure it with lashings just in time
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-070-ms13518"></a><br>to save it for shortly afterwards the<br>wind rose to a complete tempest and<br>it must otherwise have been rent to<br>pieces - Hurst &amp; Duke Paine paid<br>us a visit</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.73"></a>Monday  [Monday Dec 5th]</h2>- I witnessed a charming instance of the<br>joys of matrimonial bliss today. -<br>A butcher who had picked up one of<br>those delightful specimens of female vixenism<br>which to the warning of bachelors are plentifully<br>met with in this country - had a noisy<br>brawl with his loving helpmate. - The<br>wifes face &amp; hands smeared with blood from<br>the mans brutality &amp; the course language of<br>both was most disgusting<br>A concert room opened opposite. -</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-071-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.74"></a>Tuesday  [Tuesday Dec 6th]</h2>Hard days work - Are now nearly ready<br>for opening and begin to look anxiously<br>for Geo Morgan's return - A foolish practice<br>of firing guns &amp; pistols still prevails to a mis-<br>chievous extent on the diggings. - A man was shot<br>in the side last night by a pistol<br>ball and this evening a number of shots rat-<br>tled on our canvas</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.75"></a>Wednesday  [Wednesday Dec 7th]</h2>Busy carpentering &amp; leveling the floor of<br>the tent. - Our Cook a white-headed old<br>negro came this evening. He seems to possess<br>an amount of intelligence which is seldom<br>expected to be met with in the unfortunates<br>of his class. -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.76"></a>Thursday  [Thursday Dec 8th]</h2>Hired a bullock dray &amp; went out to<br>fetch gravel for our floor.<br>A most impudent robbery was committed
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-072-ms13518"></a><br>yesterday. - A man was at the windlass drawing<br>up his companion when a daring scoundrel<br>went up to him for the purpose of robbing him.<br>The man was afraid of injuring his mate &amp; of<br>course could offer no resistance &amp; the villain<br>coolly rifled his pockets &amp; got clear off.<br>Another party were working at night when<br>a gang of villains came up &amp; presented pistols<br>to their heads &amp; robbed them of all the money<br>&amp; gold they had about them. - Late last<br>night I heard a commotion a short distance<br>away &amp; on going out heard the diggers in hot<br>chase after a thief. I cannot tell whether<br>they caught him or not but I cordially hope<br>they did. - There is a nest of degraded<br>ruffians in this immediate neighbourhood<br>which I should be very glad to see broken up.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.77"></a>Friday  [Friday Dec 9th]</h2>A disgraceful Irish row occurred<br>today at the back of our tent. -<br>A party of Irishmen had jumpd a<br>hole which in justice belonged to an
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-073-ms13518"></a><br>English party, &amp; the result was a quarrel<br>and fight. - As is generally the case the<br>Irish soon grew tired of fair fighting and<br>picked up sticks and stones - the English<br>and Yankees followed them up with the same<br>weapons &amp; a general melee ensued. -<br>One Irishman struck an old man a stunning<br>blow with a stone and as the poor fellow<br>was falling another savage struck him a<br>brutal blow on the back of the head with the<br>handle of a pick and the old man fell<br>down insensible. -<br>As I was standing at<br>the entrance to the tent this evening<br>I was surprised to see Jim Islop<br>passing by - In the evening I &amp; George<br>paid him a visit &amp; found him with<br>a partner in possession of a well<br>stocked store and with a fair prospect<br>before him of getting on in the world.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-074-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.78"></a>Saturday  [Saturday Dec 10th]</h2>Another row took place today in the<br>same place as the one yesterday.<br>The police were calld out and it was<br>generally thought that it would not end<br>without bloodshed - A party of men<br>living near us bought 4 or<br>5 swords &amp; life preservers from us in<br>order to be prepared for the worst.<br>- The greedy avarice of a digger has<br>caused his death today. - He was driving<br>at the supports at the bottom of the<br>hole in opposition to the caution of<br>his mates when it gave way and<br>a heavy mass of earth fell upon him<br>and crushed him to death. -</div>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-077-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.80"></a>Tuesday May 9th 1854</h2>Our expenses of late have been seriously<br>increasing and our business sensibly<br>diminishing and in the hope of bettering<br>our position two of our party, Geo<br>Morgan &amp; I, have determined on trying<br>our luck at the Avoca diggings leaving<br>Geo to manage the Criterion and carry<br>out a project we have in contemplation<br>- in conjunction with two gentlemen we<br>have become acquainted with at Eureka<br>- We have bought a horse and dray<br>and intend starting tomorrow.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.81"></a>Wednesday May 10th</h2>I was troubled in no small degree<br>but not very much astonished to find<br>this morning that our horse had been<br>stolen in the night. George &amp; I were<br>calld up to the camp last night to give<br>bail for a friend who had been taken<br>into custody on a charge originating
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-078-ms13518"></a><br>in a mistake which was soon rectified<br>and while we were away Geo Morgan and<br>a neighbour who had an interest in the<br>horse imprudently paid for it and<br>left it in an Auctioneers Yard. - The<br>neighbourhood is a nest of thieves, but<br>as the Auctioneer gave his word that<br>the horse would be perfectly safe, they<br>did not scruple to leave it. The loss<br>is especially unfortunate to us at the<br>present time for our exchequer is<br>in anything but a flourishing state.<br>We have every reason to believe that<br>the fellow we bought the horse from<br>is closely implicated in the robbery</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.82"></a>Thursday May 11th</h2>George and I went this evening to Mr.<br>Lewis' Store where we passed a<br>most agreeable evening. To meet on the<br>diggings with a young lady like Mr<br>Lewis's sister was a treat as un-<br>expected as it was delightful. -
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-079-ms13518"></a><br>It seems altogether too bad though to<br>be introduced to a charming girl only<br>to have an opportunity of saying "good-<br>bye" to her. - It is like offering a man<br>a goblet of delicious wine and after<br>he has but barely moistened his lips<br>with it, upsetting the remainder.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.83"></a>Friday May 12th</h2>The most impudent robberies are now<br>of daily and nightly occurrence around<br>us. - Three men were stuck up<br>last evening, &amp; 3 tents at night - a man<br>also was shot at but escaped with a<br>slight wound in the head. - Hired<br>a dray with the intention of starting to<br>Avoca tomorrow morning. -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.84"></a>Saturday May 13th</h2>Started early this morning. -<br>one or two other parties had swags on the<br>dray so that altogether we mustered<br>about 10 or a dozen. - A mile or two
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-080-ms13518"></a><br>out in the bush we missed each other<br>- a few of were fortunate enough to over-<br>take the dray before dusk, the rest<br>have not yet made their appearance<br>so that they stand a very good chance<br>of passing the night under a gum tree<br>which considering it is raining is not the<br>most desirable lodging in the world. -<br>- We have encamped near a large<br>swamp. - The ground is as wet as a sponge<br>&amp; the rain is drizzling down like a Scotch<br>mist, so that our prospect for the night<br>is not particularly cheering. -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.85"></a>Sunday May 14th</h2>Heard of our late companions being seen in a<br>state of semi starvation eight or ten<br>miles ahead. - We passed a number of<br>hills calld the Bald Hills - not a tree<br>on them &amp; covered with grass to their<br>summits. - We halted for dinner beside<br>an extensive lake on which we saw<br>several black swans swimming about
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-081-ms13518"></a><br>In passing over a plain one of our<br>party kicked aside a dead sheep and<br>found a bundle under it, - on opening it<br>we found a pocketbook - a letter<br>- &amp; naturalization papers belonging to<br>an American. - It is probable the owner<br>of them has been robd &amp; murdered. -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.86"></a>Monday May 15th</h2>On our getting 15 or 20 miles from Ballarat<br>today - we came into a totally different<br>climate. - Instead of the dull cloudy<br>atmosphere &amp; almost incessant rain of<br>Ballarat - we had here a clear blue<br>sky - &amp; a temperature like some of the<br>pleasant summer days of England. -<br>Immense flocks of white Cockatoos Paroquets<br>&amp; other birds filld the air - if not<br>with their music - with their noise. -<br>About midday we arrived at Burn Bank<br>- The village or town or whatever they call<br>it looks exceedingly pretty &amp; picturesque<br>from the road. - It is situated in a
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-082-ms13518"></a><br>rich pleasant valley - possesses two<br>Inns - two stores &amp; about a dozen houses<br>- We found our missing friends at the<br>Inn waiting in hungry impatience for<br>the announcement of dinner - It appears<br>that the only food they have had since they<br>left us was a loaf which a samaritan<br>in a dray divided with them, - Their<br>appetites therefore were a source<br>of no small wonder &amp; admiration to the<br>landlord</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.87"></a>Tuesday May 16th</h2>Arrived at Avoca towards evening<br>and pitched our tents on an elevated<br>piece of ground. -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.88"></a>Wednesday May 17th</h2>Started early this morning to the diggings<br>and marked out two claims. Duke<br>&amp; I worked at one &amp; Geo Morgan &amp;<br>Dick at the others - The clay we went<br>through was unusually hard and it
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-083-ms13518"></a><br>being my first day at digging since<br>leaving the Ovens, my hands as a<br>matter of course were pretty well<br>blistered by the time we left off work.<br>The work did not impair our appetites<br>however for the quantity of bread and<br>mutton we put out of sight during the<br>day was somewhat startling. -</div>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-084-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.92"></a>Sunday May 2lst</h2>- A good deal of the scenery about<br>here is exceedingly beautiful. - The<br>spot we have chosen to encamp on is<br>delightful. - It is a small hill sloping<br>down in gentle &amp; beautiful undulations<br>to a winding creek - for miles beyond<br>the fine green land dotted with shrubs<br>and trees and rising and falling in<br>graceful swells spreads like a ver-<br>dant lawn untill the view is bounded<br>by the Pyrenees - a chain of wooded hills<br>stretching as far as the eye can reach. -</div>
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<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.95"></a>Wednesday May 24th</h2>The situation of our tents in reference<br>to the diggings is by no means desirable.<br>To walk a mile &amp; half over the<br>ranges, - in some parts forcing ones<br>way through briars as high as ones<br>head &amp; after having worked hard and<br>steamed all day in a close hole, - is<br>an occupation far from agreeable.<br>- After arriving at our tents tonight<br>we were surprised to see a number<br>of immense bonfires lit up on<br>the hills around us and it was not<br>untill we heard a group of men strike<br>up the National Anthem that we re-<br>collected it was the Queens birthday.<br>- We lost no time in tearing down branches<br>however, &amp; soon had a blaze about 15<br>feet high. -</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-086-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.96"></a>Thursday May 25th</h2>In our hole today we came upon<br>a hard bed of quartz and ironstone<br>which wore down the points of two picks<br>before we could get through it. - It has<br>been a hard a days work as I have ex-<br>perienced for some time -The hole was<br>so close &amp; hot at the bottom that the<br>perspiration poured from me in streams</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.97"></a>Friday May 26th</h2>Bottomed our hole at about 20 or 21<br>feet and sunk a foot or two into the<br>pipe clay to prepare of one drive. - We<br>intend driving it round the shaft a<br>foot or two although we have little<br>hope of it from the appearance of<br>the washing stuff at the bottom.<br>The principal article of food with<br>which we regale ourselves after the work<br>of the day is a somewhat singular<br>composition. - It is a damper about<br>three feet in circumference and three inches
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-087-ms13518"></a><br>thick. - one inch top &amp; bottom is burnt<br>black &amp; is as hard as a brick - the<br>other inch inside is a dingy brown<br>tough substance &amp; bends about like a<br>piece of Indian rubber. -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.98"></a>Saturday May 27th</h2>A party working near Carvell (a neigh-<br>bour of ours) told him they had worked<br>down to their last sixpence and the<br>hole they were then in was their last<br>recourse. They bottomed it about<br>midday &amp; it turned out a shicer. - It<br>then came out that they had gone to work<br>that morning without tasting a mouthful<br>Carvell gave the poor fellows half his dinner</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.99"></a>Sunday May 28th</h2>Fine day</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.100"></a>Monday May 29th</h2>Drove our hole a foot or two but without<br>success and abandoned it. -</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-088-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.101"></a>Tuesday May 30th</h2>A number of men who had marked out<br>claims on a cart track were compelled by the Commissioner<br>under a penalty of two pounds to mark<br>out a new road today - It is certainly<br>necessary to preserve a sufficient number<br>of roads on the diggings, but in this case<br>the measures taken were somewhat<br>arbitrary for what the Commissioner<br>was pleased to designate a road was<br>nothing more than a few wheel marks<br>on the sod. -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.102"></a>Wednesday May 31st</h2>Went with Geo Morgan to assist him<br>in driving his hole.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.103"></a>Thursday June 1</h2>Saw young Walker - one of my fellow<br>passengers by mobile -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.104"></a>Friday June 2</h2>Woke up this morning half perished
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-089-ms13518"></a><br>with cold. - We found ice in our water<br>buckets and for an hour or two the<br>air was piercingly cold. - Towards<br>noon however there was a complete<br>change in the temperature &amp; the heat<br>was as oppressive as the hottest<br>midsummers day in England</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.105"></a>Saturday June 3</h2>Finished driving the hole George Morgan<br>commenced as far as we thought sufficient<br>to give it a fair trial. - We intend<br>working the stuff on Monday. I have very<br>little hope of it. -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.106"></a>Sunday June 4</h2>Five of us started early this morning to the<br>Pyrenees. - After traveling seven or eight miles<br>along a fine level country rich in verdure<br>&amp; studded with trees &amp; shrubs we arrived at<br>the base of the hills. As we were going up one<br>of them we caught sight of 4 or 5 large<br>kangaroos bounding along the summit, but
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-090-ms13518"></a><br>they were too far off for the dogs to chase<br>them. - Dick &amp; I mounted the highest<br>hill in the neighbourhood, where we saw<br>a magnificent display of forrest scenery<br>George, I &amp; Godkin lost ourselves in<br>returning and did not reach our tents<br>untill it was nearly dark. -</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.107"></a>Monday June 5th</h2>George &amp; Dick carted down a load of<br>working stuff &amp; after cradling and paddling<br>a greater part of the day they washed<br>out about a dozen grains and left the<br>rest in disgust. Carvell &amp; Godkin<br>washed a load of theirs which yielded them<br>upwards of an ounce independent of a<br>dozen or so of small nuggets<br>Duke &amp; I commenced another hole ten times<br>harder than any we have yet had, - It<br>positively broke the points of our picks<br>- We were recommended before leaving<br>it to light a roaring fire at tne bottom<br>in the hope of cracking it by the heat.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-091-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.108"></a>Tuesday June 6th</h2>The fire we lit in the hole last night<br>proved a great inconvenience to us and<br>no benefit. - It was black round the<br>sides as a chimney - as hot as an oven<br>&amp; what was worse than all it caused<br>a choking dust which was almost in-<br>sufferable. - Our picks were of little<br>service in breaking down the cement<br>today for it was like beating on iron, and</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-093-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.109"></a>Wednesday Oct 25th</h2>Having neglected my journal lately I am<br>obliged to take note of the exciting events of the<br>last month from memory - An act of the basest<br>injustice on the part of the Camp Officials has in-<br>flamed the minds of the people to a pitch which<br>will be remembered for a life time.<br>A few weeks ago a poor fellow of the name of<br>Scobie much respected by all who knew him was<br>barberously murdered near the Eureka Hotel. There was<br>a base &amp;e for a time successful attempt made at the<br>Inquest to smother certain evidence which seemed to point<br>to Bentley the landlord of the Eureka Hotel as the mur-<br>derer, but sufficient came to light to compel the<br>reluctant authorities to order him into custody.<br>On the bench at his examination sat a Magistrate<br>who was known to be a friend of Bentley &amp; to have<br>a considerable interest in the Hotel -The examination<br>under his direction was conducted with the grossest<br>partiality and in the face of evidence, which<br>in spite of the shameful manner with<br>which it was suppressed the Attorney<br>General has since said was enough
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-094-ms13518"></a><br>to hang a man - the murderer was<br>honorably acquitted. - The diggers in the<br>deepest indignation called a meeting on<br>Tuesday Oct 17th on the spot where poor<br>Scobie fell to take measures to avenge his<br>savage murder and the gross insult they<br>had received from the Authorities. At the<br>meeting it was proposed to raize a fund<br>to offer a reward for the discovery of the mur-<br>derer and to defray the expenses of investi-<br>gation. Several resolutions to this effect<br>were moved and carried and the meeting<br>broke up. At this time the whole force<br>of the Camp with the exception of the<br>soldiers was on the spot making a very<br>injudicious display of their numbers.<br>The diggers irritated by the presence<br>of the very authors of the injustice they<br>had sustained moved slowly &amp; sternly<br>towards the Hotel - Commissioner Ride<br>in alarm sent for the foot soldiers, but<br>the diggers to show the contempt in which<br>they held the authorities waited untill
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-095-ms13518"></a><br>they arrived and then deliberately set<br>fire to the house. There was so much<br>cool stern determination on the part<br>of the diggers that the officials were<br>almost paralized and nothing worth<br>calling an effort was made to check<br>them. A short time before the house<br>was set on fire Bentley sprang on a<br>horse and galloped away without coat<br>or hat. He was seen almost imme-<br>diately and with a yell of rage the diggers<br>pursued him. - He rushed past me<br>in his flight and I think I never saw<br>such a look of terror on a man's face.<br>Thanks to the splendid animal he was<br>upon he got clear of his pursuers and<br>reached the Camp in safety. About<br>an hour after this all that remained<br>of the Eureka Hotel, one of the most<br>spacious and costly on the diggings<br>and its fine Bowling Saloon was a<br>black heap of smoking ashes -<br>An attempt was made an hour or
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-096-ms13518"></a><br>so afterwards to take one or<br>two of the most conspicuous into<br>custody but they were rescued as<br>soon as taken &amp; the police laughed at.<br>An express was despatched to the<br>seat of Government, and on Friday<br>reinforcements began to arrive at<br>the Camp from Melbourne and it<br>was currently reported that numerous<br>arrests were in contemplation.<br>On the Saturday following George, I<br>&amp; Jack were taking a stroll early<br>in the morning through the diggings<br>when we met Fletcher and stopped to<br>speak with him - I had observed<br>five or six troopers walking their<br>horses along the road but took<br>no particular notice of them - I<br>was puzzled however to see them<br>all halt the instant Fletcher stopped<br>and the puzzle was increased to as-<br>tonishment by Fletcher telling us<br>that he was in custody on a charge
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-097-ms13518"></a><br>of being concerned in the late<br>riot.  Fletcher is about the last man<br>I should have thought likely to take<br>part in such a proceeding and be-<br>sides this I knew from several cir-<br>cumstances that he was like myself<br>nothing more than a passive spec-<br>tator.- We were all therefore pretty<br>easy about the result.<br>I went up to the Court to hear the<br>examination. The first case which<br>was a painfully interesting one was<br>that of Mr Lang, Manager of the<br>Bank of New South Wales - one of the<br>most highly respectable &amp; gentlemanly<br>young men on Ballarat, for<br>defraud to the amount of £25,000.<br>Great sympathy is manifested for<br>him &amp; he is universally believed to<br>be innocent - public suspicion is<br>pointed in another quarter and it<br>is to hoped that the punishment<br>will fall on the right shoulders.
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-098-ms13518"></a><br>This case which was handled with all<br>possible delicacy by the Council<br>for the prosecution was postponed<br>for 8 days.  Next came Fletcher<br>and a fellow sufferer (McIntyre)<br>who were placed together at the<br>bar for examination.- McIntyre<br>was examined first and on the over-<br>whelming evidence of eight or nine<br>policemen fully committed for trial.<br>-The first witness in Fletchers<br>case manufactured a startling case<br>against him, but the second - a thin<br>cadaverous sickly looking wretch (useful<br>only fo