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Chapter NumberXVIII
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Full Date1867-08-03
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Newspaper TitleLaunceston Examiner (Tas. : 1842 - 1899)
Trove TitleThe Maxwells of Bremgarten
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THE MAXWELLS OF BREMGARTEN. A STORY OF TASMANIA. [Founded on Facts.] (ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.) (Continued from last Saturday.) CHAPTER XVIII. PEOPLE OF THE TOWNSHIP AND MRS. EARLSLEY GIVE GRISELDA THEIR SYMPATHY. No sooner did it become known to the neighbours, including the township people and all who lived within a circle of ten miles at least, that Miss Maxwell had been nearly murdered by the natives while carrying her sick brother to a place of safety, than their enthusiasm rose to the highest possible pitch. Her name was on every tongue and her wonderful courage, fortitude, and powers of endurance were lauded to the skies. Four of the soldiers had gone out when the first dawn of morning appeared to scour the bush, leav- ing their two comrades to guard Maxwell's homestead. As they called at the various huts to seek information and light their pipes the news spread rapidly, and visitors, some on horseback, some on foot, others in spring carts, commenced travelling towards Brem- garten to offer their respects and congratula- tions. Mr. Earlsley arrived at an early hour with his instruments, a bottle of physic, plasters, and lint, followed by a man in a horse cart bringing a supply of blankets and other necessary articles. Mrs. Maxwell, although her mind was far from being in settled state, was truly pleased with Mr. Earlsley's kindness and attention. She saw that he was not altogether so lost in self as she had previously supposed, and that he was not one of those monsters of society who stand in awful solitude— silver their idol, their pockets their places of worship, and without a single sympathetic feeling for distress. Mr. Maxwell was no less pleased than as- tonished at this amiable feature in Earlsley's character so suddenly displayed ; and he re- joiced (in the event of his continuing to reside in a country where dangers and diffi- culties seemed to have conspired to oppose his progress) in the prospect of future good neighborhood with the austere magistrate. Mr. Juniper also heard the news even across the river, and having ferried himself over in his stringy-bark canoe, came walking up the marsh at a swifter pace than usual, carrying a small basket on his arm, and hum- ming, though softly, some snatch of a song to himself. Let us take a peep, in our usual sneaking way, into that basket, Juniper. What have you got there ? Heaven and earth ! a piece of fat pork ! fat four inches thick ; lean, tenth part of in inch. Well thought of, Johnson ! Griselda will like that. Well may you sing, in the generosity of your ample heart— And here we'll sit as merry as grigs, And here will stay an' it please the pigs, For we won't go home till morning ! Mr. Baxter, the carrier, also presented himself, having left, as he boisterously told Mrs. Maxwell, his thrashing, his turnip cut- ting, his waggon load of goods just ar- rived standing at the door, and his little Mary that had been lost, and spent six hours in riding about to see if he could find the jet black scoundrels that had presumed to hurt a single hair of Miss Maxwell's honored and blessed head. If he had only seen their shadows under a tree three miles off even if they had gone as fast as the wind itself, wouldn't he have crushed the detest- able " varmint." He would give fifty pound, he would, if they would only come again just while he was there. He hoped and he prayed, and all the harm he wished them was that they might just come again while he was there. He protested, as he took out his pipe and began to cut up his tobacco, that if they would only just come again when he was there, it would be the happiest day that ever did or would pass over him, either be- fore he was born or after he was dead. Mrs. Maxwell, without answering a word, made a precipitate retreat into her daughter's bedroom, where Mr. Earlsley was engaged in dressing that young lady's wounds. Her husband had just commenced giving the vociferous carrier a sound lecture on the sin and impropriety of revenge, when the magis- trate turned doctor emerged with spectacles on his nose and a piece of linen, on which was spread a portion of ointment, in his hand. Approaching the fire as if to warm his ointment he turned to Griselda's father and said— " Who is making this infernal noise, Sir ? What do all these people want ?" " Baxter was speaking, Mr. Earlsley," said Maxwell ; " and these persons are kind enough to come and enquire after my daughter." " Very kind of them," said Earlsley with a half sneer, " very kind of them, no doubt ; but Baxter, I'll tell you what it is : I am surprised at your going on at a time like this, with your foolish swaggering and brag- ging nonsense. And going to smoke, too, as if that will be likely to improve Miss Max- well's condition : go outside, Sir, if you want to smoke, but come back again, I want to have a little private talk with you. Is Mr. Juniper here ? Yes, I see ; pray sit still, Mr. Juniper, I want to have a little private talk with you, too. As for the rest of you good people, pray go home, if you have the least particle of respect for Miss Maxwell, and tell all your friends whom you may meet on the road, that Miss Maxwell will be happy to see them exactly this day six months. Now depart every one of you ; and you, Baxter, if you will talk, do so in a manner that is not likely to disturb my patient,—do not fancy you are holding forth in a stock- yard, or abusing a set of refractory bul- locks." Mr. Earlsley turned to attend on his patient, and Baxter, taking advantage of that circumstance dexterously applied the thumb of his right hand to the tip of his

nose, pointing his fingers like a segment of the mariners' compass after the retreating magistrate. The rest of the company tittered and departed, bidding Mr. Maxwell good day. Griselda was, according to Mr. Earlsley's report, going on favorably. But she was very feverish, and her mind in a low despond- ing state, which it was natural to expect would succeed the excitement of the previous day. The pain of her wounds, particularly the spear-wound in her side, was intense, yet she bore the probing which Earlsley thought requisite with wonderful fortitude and patience. The great cause of astonishment was that she was alive at all. The injuries she had received on her head would no doubt have been fatal had the blows been dealt with a much greater degree of force. From the fact that she was not killed Earlsley argued that the natives did not in- tend to kill her, or anyone else, excepting those who might have offered resistance. This was evinced by the conciliatory exclama- tion of " Run, run, or I kill," which the first savage said in plain English. They were therefore not a very sanguinary party ; if they had been, Griselda would probably have found an untimely grave on the banks of the South Esk. When Earlsley had finished his self-imposed task of dressing her wounds he returned to the kitchen, where Mrs. Maxwell laid the table for tea, her anxiety and confusion having been so great as to render her in- capable of preparing any kind of dinner. The surgical magistrate having washed his hands, now stood with his back to the fire eating a slice of bread and butter and sipping his cup of tea. Messrs. Juniper and Baxter, like- wise furnished with tea and bread and butter, sat on the large chest, so often alluded to in this history. Maxwell, his wife, and Eugene sat at the table, while Charles, as well as could be expected, reclined on his little couch. Shortly after tea Mrs. Maxwell rose, and thanking Mr. Earlsley for his kind attention, retired to her daughter's room. " Mr. Maxwell informed me some time ago," began Earlsley, " that he saw upwards of five hundred of my sheep near the town- ship of Avoca, a place where they had no business to be : now, Baxter, as you live close to that township, will you be good enough to inform me how they got there ?" " I should say on their legs, Sir," said Baxter, with an air of innocence. " Yes," exclaimed the magistrate, firing up, " Yes, I dare say—on their legs of course : am I here to be a butt for your amusement, Sir ? On their legs—don't you know who I am, Sir, or whom you are speaking to ? I can well fancy a fat sheep or lamb walking by moonlight on two legs instead of four under your auspices, but for a flock of five hundred being likely to walk on their own legs, I don't altogether depend on the word of Mr. Cockatoo* farmer Baxter. In brief, Sir, who drove them there ? I dare say you know as much about it as anyone residing in that locality." " If you mean for to suppose, Mr. Ersey," replied Baxter, " that I throws sheep's eyes on your sheep, Sir, or carries 'em to a hos- pital by moonlight, you're very much astray from good calculation, for I don't know nothin' whatsumever about your sheep or your beef, and what's more I don't want to know ; but I know this that there's very enticin' grass round about Avoca, and I b'lieve sheep is very good judges between good grass and bad grass, just as well as Mr. Juniper would know the difference between a juicy beef-steak and the leg of a 'possum. Besides sheep have got light legs and can travel far and fast as well by night as by day, with good noses to tell 'em where they're a goin' to, and if they meets with a flock belongin' to Mr. Micklebrains, though they may know that you're their master and can't abear the sight of the other sheep's master, still in they goes and mixes and kicks up their heels for fun and fraternizes, as the sojers did with the people in the French Revolutionary war as I've read in the history of them scrambles. Then away they goes to show one another the nice bites, just as much as to say—' never mind about our masters tearin' one anothers' eyes out like big fools, we'll grow fat and be jolly, and leave fightin' to them and the dogs.' " " To what purpose is this oration, Sir ?" said Earlsley, who violently struggled to keep down his rage. " Did I ask for information on these points, Sir ? Will you be good enough to give a plain answer to a plain question ; my question was—how did that flock of five hundred sheep find its way to your immediate neighbourhood, when it is well known that my sheep are not at all ac- customed to rambling except on their own ground ? Give me no more of your non- sensical ideas about what sheep are likely to think or say." " Well, Sir," said Baxter, " all I've got for to say is just this here—You gets told by Mister Maxwell—and it's very kind of Mister Maxwell to tell you, Sir—that he seen five hundred of your sheep near Avoca, and you then as soon as you gets that information, the first thought you gets into your head is, 'It's that Baxter !' If your stock-keeper goes and tells you that a fat bullock can't be found, or a temptin' two-year-old a missin', then, again, ' It's that Baxter,' he's down in his harness cask.' If a skinny old horse goes away and dies in a gully and you never sees him no more, ' It's that Baxter' — that's all the cry. Now, it's well known that your sheep don't like the sight of me—they can't abear to look at me, and whenever they sees me a comin' they scamper off as if Old Nick had them by the tails, and it don't stand to no reason that because they can't abear the sight o' me that I'm likely to take a particu- lar fancy to them. Sheep will stray, and cattle will ramble, and old horses will die in * A colonial sobriquet for small agricultural farmers—vulgar.

gullies, and if I was twenty Baxters I couldn't prevent them. There's that cur Jeames of Mrs. Trapfarthing's passes my place five times a week, whistlin' to three or four dogs to come after him ; I don't know where he goes to nor what he does, still it's nobody but Baxter ! There's my neighbour Bill Jenkins—people call him Bloody Bill, because his wife is a most always employed in washin' a bloody shirt—goes out every night of his life to shoot 'possums' and them there things, and keeps wanderin' up and down and Peppermint Forest like a regular Dick Turpin —what if there's five hundred o' your sheep on Black Sall's mash, won't the fact of Bill Jenkins postin' up and down Peppermint Forest drive them sheep to Avoca instead of lettin' them go home ? still it's nobody but Baxter—Baxter here and Baxter there. Baxter's a free man, Sir, and don't care for nobody !" " Do you mean to tell me, Sir," said Earlsley, with a frown, " that you positively know nothing about those sheep, or how they got there ? Did not a constable find sixty of my fat sheep in your very paddock ? Re- member, I'm a magistrate." " If you was the judge that tried Moses for shootin' the Egyptian, Sir," replied Bax- ter, " I can tell you no more. If I finds your sheep in my paddock out they go directly—would you have me keep 'em there ? If I finds Mister Micklebrain's I turns 'em out as well. I practizes no favor in them things. If the constable saw your sheep in my paddock it's a proof he was'nt blind ; he saw 'em before I did, that's all. I tell you, Mr. Ersey, with all respects that I'd like you very well if you was'nt so mighty suspicious. If I was like you, Sir, I'd hang myself to my wife's clothes-peg. As I am, I would'nt put my neck in a halter for all the sheep and cattle you can clap your brand on." " Very well, Sir—very well," said Earlsley hastily, as if afraid that Baxter was about to give him some more unpleasant advice ; "quite enough from you for the present. Now, Mr. Juniper, may I take the liberty of asking you a question ?" " Certainly, Sir," said Juniper. " Do you recollect about ten days ago two men calling at your place ?" " Not particularly," said Juniper ; " a good many men call now and then." " These men," said Earlsley, " were not exactly like the general run of men—they were somewhat remarkable. One had a tall black hat with the crown beaten in, blue swallow-tail coat, with two brass buttons on right breast, black trowsers, dirty striped red and white shirt, with greasy black neck-cloth: the other man was dressed like a stable- keeper—in dirty sleeved waistcoat, ostler's cap and sheepskin leggings, he had a patch on the left eye, and a scar on the right side of his mouth." " I think now, as you described them minutely," said Juniper, " they did call at my place. I remember them now very well." " Do you remember what they said, or any thing peculiar about them ?" " No, Sir, all they said was, ' Can you give us a job, Master ?' I had no work for them ; they then asked for something to eat ; I gave them some bread and salt beef, and they told me they were going up to Launceston side to the shearing and harvest." " Well," said Earlsley, " it is my duty to caution all of you—those men were desperate characters—absconders from St. Mary's Pass —bushrangers in fact, when they get arms, which they soon will get. The first went down to Falmouth and robbed a poor potatoe farmer, taking his clothes and a few shillings ; then they doubled back to Cullenswood, and meeting with a hawker beat him within an inch of his life, and plundered his pack. They then went towards Campbell Town, taking the opposite side of the river, and calling at your place on the way. Have you heard anything about them since ?" " Not a word, Sir," answered Juniper. " Then keep a sharp look out, and keep your arms ready for action, I dare say their eyes were not shut while they were prowling about your place. Now I have another question to ask you : do you remember about a month or five weeks ago three men calling at your place—two tall men, and one short man—dressed something like Smithfield drovers, riding on horseback and leading two cart horses in halters ?" " I do, Sir ; they stopped all night ; I helped to give them hay for their horses my- self ; we put them in the stock-yard as there was'nt room in the stable : they were very decent men, and wanted to buy my saddle- horse Buffalo, but I would'nt sell him." " Yes," said Earlsley, " and if you had they would have given you in payment a cheque on the sentry-box at Ross chain gang, or some such likely place. Did you notice anything particular about those men ?" " Nothing particular, Sir," replied Juniper ; " I showed them round the farm ; they ad- mired the live stock, especially the cows and pigs." " Ah ! I dare say," said the magistrate, with his usual cadaverous chuckle ; " they admired the cows and the pigs, did they ? You have a good many cows, I believe ; please to tell me, Sir, how many cows you have ? I have a particular reason for asking." " I have seven cows at home giving milk, and fifteen out in the bush dry, and suckling calves." " Are they all branded ?" " Yes, Sir, JJ on the near quarter." " Then, Sir," said Earlsley, " it is without pleasure I inform you in an official manner to that six of your cows, branded JJ on the near quarter, were sold in Hobart Town, about 14 days ago, by the three identical men for whose horses you were kind enough to procure hay with your own hands. Those two cart horses that they led in halters were stolen from Mr. Simon Grasstree, the cele- brated model farmer of Cape Portland: the

men are now in custody, and will be exam- ined by me primarily in about a week, at my office at Fingal ; the day being specified, you will receive a summons to attend, and if they are committed for trial they will be sent to Launceston, and you will have to go and identify the cows." " Why, bless my soul, Sir," said the as- tonished Surveyor, " I can swear my cattle were all right the day before those three per- sons came ; I saw them with my own eyes and counted them, fifty-seven altogether." " How many were there the day after, Sir ?" asked Earlsley, in a caustic tone. " I don't know, Sir ; I never counted them since." " Then 'pon my soul," said the magistrate, " I really was beginning to think that you did after all know how many links in a chain make five, but I believe I'm mistaken." " Who on earth can those scoundrels be ?" said Maxwell, hastily, as if afraid that Juni- per's temper might break out. " O, I knows who they was," chimed in Baxter, with the utmost gravity. " Ah ! you do, do you ? I thought so," said Earlsley, in a voice of triumph. " Who were they, the villains ?" said Juniper. " Why, Tim Baxter, in course," said that individual, calmly raising his grey eyes right to the face of the indignant Justice of Peace, who, seeing Maxwell bury his face in his handkerchief, turned to the carrier and said severely— " I am not addressing my conversation to you, Sir. Depend upon it this insolence, Sir, will not and shall not be forgotten." " Can't commit me for contempt of court, Sir," said the imperturbable carrier, " this is no court." " I can make it one, Sir," said Mr. Earls- ley, " if I think proper ; I can administer an oath here, or examine a witness here, or place a prisoner with his back to the wall with a chair in front of him and call it a bar, Sir, and I can be my own clerk, Sir, and can summon Mr. Maxwell to act as a constable and aid me in the King's name, Sir ; and if you presume to oppose me by word or look in the execution of my duty I can command Mr. Juniper to tie your hands behind your back, fling you into a bullock cart, and drive you to the lock-up where I can keep you on bread and water, Sir. I can do all that, Sir." "Well, Sir," said Baxter, as coolly as possible, "if you can do all that without a legal warrant I intend, as soon as I can collect all the money that you and other settlers owes me, to sell off all my traps and go to Roosia." " That would involve an interesting calcu- lation respecting what this country would loose and Russia gain," said Earlsley and added immediately, turning to Eugene— " Have the goodness to order my horse to the door, if you please." While the horse was being brought, Mr. Earlsley addressed Maxwell thus—" You may depend upon it, Sir, that it requires no ordinary man to live at all in a country like this. You have learned from the conversa- tions that have just taken place a little about the dangers and annoyances to which we are daily subjected. You have received some slight proof of them yourself in having your daughter nearly beaten to death, your wife all but speared through the body and frightened out of her senses : you can hear the din of war sounding from afar—bushrangers arming and sending spies all over the land ; black savages mustering in deadly hate, with the war-cry of ' Kill, burn, and destroy ;' and," continued the excited magistrate, taking off his spectacles and glancing furtively at the two pairs of stock-keepers' boots that dangled within three inches of the floor, enclosing the respectable feet of Messrs. Juniper and Bax- ter—" you and I, Sir, and a great many more honest and respectable men, are surrounded by a low set of sheepstealers, cow-'reivers, and moonlight roving vagabonds, who go out under the pretence of shooting 'possums, when we all know very well that their 'possum shooting does not amount to much." " I hope for better days, Sir," replied Max- well. " I sincerely trust that the day is not far distant when this will be as free and as happy a country as any in the world." Mr. Earlsley made no reply, but shook hands with Maxwell, bowed coldly to Juniper, glared fiercely on Baxter, mounted his horse, and cantered off. " Give me honest Tim Baxter, before Justice Ersey any day in the week," said the facetious carrier, thrusting his pipe into the fire in order to obtain a light. " Good by, Mister Maxwell, and may your angel daughter soon come round again and be a glory to her parents, and an honor to the country she lives in. Good day, Sir ; good day, Mister Juniper. My dray will be goin' to town in a fortnight, if either of you gen- tlemen want anything brought up—never lost anything by me I hope ?" and he bowed finally with the air of a man bobbing for apples in a tub of water, and withdrew. Mr. Juniper then rose to take leave. Maxwell thanked him for his present of pork, saying with a smile that it was so very fat he did not know how he should get it disposed of. Juniper answered—" Oh, never mind ; you'll find it go down best in a pie." He then shook hands with the settler of Bremgarten and with Eugene, and set out on his return to the place where his canoe was moored. On the way he thought of various things, hummed portions of various tunes, and talked aloud about his six cows and the villains who stole them, not forget- ting to congratulate himself upon his prospect of getting them back again. Then he thought of Earlsley and his supercilious dog- matical treatment of respectable and profes- sional men, and wondered when he would be made a magistrate so that he might command impertinent constables to touch their hats to him. Turning to look in the direction of the rich man's house, which he could not see on

account of the thickness of the wood, he roared out in sonorous tones— Poor Guy they cannot kill again, Because he's dead already. Bow, wow, wow, Toll loll de riddle diddle, Bow, wow, wow." The settler and his family were once more left to themselves, and a discussion took place between Maxwell and his wife as to what their future movements should be. The con- ditions under which he held his grant of land were not yet fulfilled ; but they had been evaded in many cases, and properties disposed of contrary to estab- lished rules, by owners who had scarcely ever seen the land they had acquired in the easiest possible manner. Our settler did not like the idea of evading a single con- dition of tenure, yet the numerous trials he was called upon to endure, to which there seemed to be no reasonable prospect of termi- nation, almost broke his spirits down, so that his heart was heavy and sad ; and he thought, with some show of justice, that as the Govern- ment had held out certain inducements to him and others to come and cast in their lot in a distracted country, one, moreover, in which it seemed to be a disgrace to live, the loss, if there was any, should fall not upon persons situated as he was but upon the Government alone. His wife, although she concurred in these views, was decidedly op- posed to any sudden change. She had re- covered her wonted good spirits, and now urged the necessity of patient perseverance if they wished to gain an ultimate independence. She dwelt on the probability that the natives at would not trouble them again, especially when they know that proper precautions were taken against any future attack. As for bush- rangers, she said she was not afraid of them ; they would only rob, and the loss of anything or of everything they possessed in their house would not be attended with utter ruin. She begged her husband to remember that if he returned to Ireland his ill health would in- evitably return to him ; if he went to New South Wales they might be worse off than they were even then, and if to America he would find a very variable climate and savage Indians to contend with. The same might be said of the Cape and New Zealand. Finally she reminded him that a merciful Gold had already graciously interposed and preserved the lives of their two beloved children ; that He would still preserve them from all evil, having promised in His sacred word that He would never leave nor forsake them ; and if it was His will that they should die, it would be a satisfaction to know that they had not flown away like cowards on the first appear- ance of danger, but had bravely held their ground to the very last. These arguments and his own high sense of honor prevailed. He inwardly resolved not to allow any consideration short of sickness or death to turn him aside from the path of life he had chosen, until he should be in a posi- tion to retire on an easy com- petence. And he kept his word. Mr. Earlsley was surprised, when, he came the next day to dress Griselda's wounds, to find Mr. and.Mrs. Maxwell almost as cheerful as ever. Not a word was said about selling off. The business of the farm proceeded as usual, Eugene walking about as a sentinel with a gun on his shoulder. If the penetrating magistrate ever entertained the idea that his bright pictures of colonial life would frighten the new settlers from their home in the bush he was deceived. He found them, if possible, more firmly estab- lished than ever. Mrs. Earlsley came over shortly after her husband, attended by two constables armed to the teeth. She brought with her her daughter, Caroline, and her now nursery governess, Miss Leary. She expressed great sympathy with Mrs. Maxwell, and her wounded daughter, whose praises she dwelt upon with a great display of feminine elo- quence. " I have brought Miss Leary to see you and your daughter, Mrs. Maxwell," said the kind lady. "As we have given the young children holidays for two or three weeks, Miss Leary is quite at your service, and will be happy to assist you to the best of her ability ; we know you must have plenty on your hands now." " I am exceedingly obliged to you, Mrs Earlsley," said Mrs. Maxwell, " and to Miss Leary also ; we shall not readily forget your kindness. However I am very strong, thank God, and not so badly off as I might be if I were surrounded by young children. I think our escape from death has been miracu- lous." " I believe it was very providential," said Mrs. Earlsley. " I cannot for a moment imagine how your daughter escaped ; and such an extraordinary circumstance that of carrying her brother— she must possess great strength ; she is quite a heroine of romance." " I suppose Griselda could not have carried her brother far if she had not been laboring under powerful excitement," observed Mrs. Maxwell. Mr. Earlsley reported that Giselda was still going on favorably but recommended that she should be kept as quiet as possible, in consequence of which Mrs. Earlsley and Miss Caroline did not exchange with her more than a few words. The former lady said— " Now, Miss Maxwell, you are to keep your- self very, quiet; you must make haste and get well with Miss Leary's help, and when you are well enough, I will come for you my- self, and you shall spend a few weeks with us at Clifton Hall ; we have a piano, and Harriet and Caroline will do their best to amuse you." Griselda thanked Mrs. Earlsley, and said it would give her the greatest pleasure to go, provided her mother was willing to allow her. "And," said Caroline, " when you come, Griselda, we shall form a party on horseback to see the new road at St. Mary's Pass, we

know Mr. Fistzfrizzle, the Superintendent, and it is such a lovely glen. It will be supremely deliciously delightful." " I believe you will go out of your wits, Caroline," said her mother, " you want a few blows on the head with a waddy to bring you to your senses. She is the most extraordinary girl, Mrs. Maxwell, you ever saw; she is always either swinging on gates or riding horses about the paddock without anything but halters on, and always talking the most ridiculous mischief into the bargain." " You know, mamma," said the young lady, " I always scrupulously follow your example in everything—papa says so." " Hush you provoking little chit—your papa says no such thing, at least to me," said her mother. " Indeed, mamma—" again exclaimed the lively girl. " Hush, I say," said Mrs. Earlsley, " if you do not instantly obey me I shall find a way to compel you. A pretty house we should have indeed if I were to set such an example as you pretend to say you follow." Mrs. Earlsley took her leave, requesting Mrs. Maxwell to let her know if she could do anything more for her. " It would give her pleasure if she could do anything more." Mrs. Maxwell felt very grateful, and thanked her visitor accordingly, adding that with Miss Leary's kind help for a few days she had no doubt that all things would resume their usual tranquil state. Maxwell took advantage of the carrier's visit to Hobart Town to get a fresh supply of blankets, arms, and provisions. He also set about making preparations for building his new house, and in addition to keeping up an almost sleepless vigilance over his premises, he had to look after his sheep, his cultivated paddocks, and his workmen—then finding his head, as well his hands and legs, more busily employed than ever. (To be continued.)