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    Pictures of Travel
    Pictures of Travel
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    Pictures of Travel

    By W Mogford Hamlet

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    "Pictures of Travel" is an account of the travels and observations of William Mogford Hamlet, a British chemist, bushwalker, and pedestrian, who studied natural Peruvian guano and the nature of Australia. He was a keen recreational walker and strived to popularize this activity both through his works and the organization of the Walking Club.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateNov 9, 2021
    ISBN4066338085481
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      Pictures of Travel - W Mogford Hamlet

      W Mogford Hamlet

      Pictures of Travel

      Published by Good Press, 2022

      goodpress@okpublishing.info

      EAN 4066338085481

      Table of Contents

      I. BRISBANE TO TWEED HEADS.

      II. TWEED HEADS TO BALLINA.

      III. BALLINA TO DORRIGO.

      IV. DORRIGO TO TAREE.

      V. TAREE TO SYDNEY.

      PART II. FROM MOSMAN'S BAY TO MELBOURNE. (1912)

      I. THE OLDEST ROAD IN AUSTRALIA.

      II. THROUGH LOVELY ILLAWARRA.

      III. WANDANDIAN, PIGEON HOUSE MOUNTAIN, AND BODALLA.

      IV. BEAUTIFUL BEGA AND THE GARDENS OF EDEN.

      V. THROUGH CROAJINGALONG TO THE GIPPSLAND LAKES.

      VI. WALHALLA, DONNA BUANG, HEALESVILLE, AND MELBOURNE.

      PART III. ALONG THE COAST FROM BRISBANE TO SYDNEY

      I. BRISBANE TO BYRON BAY

      II. BYRON BAY TO THE BELLINGER.

      III. THE BELLINGER TO PORT MACQUARIE.

      IV. PORT MACQUARIE TO TAREE.

      V. TAREE, THE MYALL LAKES, AND PORT STEPHENS.

      VI. NEWCASTLE TO SYDNEY.

      APPENDIX I. DETAILS OF PHYSICAL MEASUREMENTS RELATING TO THE WALK ALONG THE. COAST FROM BRISBANE TO SYDNEY IN 1913.

      APPENDIX II. REPORT OF A LECTURE GIVEN BY W. MOGFORD HAMLET IN 1907,. FOLLOWING HIS WALK FROM BRISBANE TO SYDNEY HEADS.

      THE END

      I. BRISBANE TO TWEED HEADS.

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      Heinrich Heine, in his exuberant Reisebilder, may have depicted scenes full of old world interest, abounding in references to castles, witches, giants, runic legends, Rhine maidens, and other folklore, but one may venture to doubt whether his pictures are more varied, more entertaining, or more widely interesting that the enchanting panorama of earth, sky, and sea that is opened out along the undulating coastline of this our

      Land of distance, dust and drought.

      To the observant traveller those pictures come and go in such bewildering profusion that no single view is ever precisely like the one preceding it. Rivers, lakes, and mountains may present general similarities, but we soon discern differences and characteristics that stamp each picture with its own loveliness, individuality, and charm.

      What pen, brush, or camera can present that particular and captivating nuance of reality that is momentarily flashed on the retina of the beholder?

      How shall I catch and retain the first impressionist view of the passing scene, and attempt to reproduce it on paper for others to comprehend its beauty? The task seems hopeless. How shall I find any image on my mental photographic plate that can be converted or translated into cold type?

      The gorgeous effects of light and colour will ever remain in my memory. Now, it is the sapphire ocean depths, now the alluring yellow sands, the dazzling cumulus clouds, or the unclouded blue firmament, the rich tints of the virgin forest, or the cultivated green of the crops on the hillside—a chain of beauty forming an endless series of vistas of beauty and brightness that can never be forgotten.

      Our first picture, after getting quite away from the suburbs of Brisbane into the country and towards the Logan River, was marked by the numbers of beautiful jacaranda trees in full bloom contrasting with the tender green tints of springtime. They were particularly numerous, and seemed to thrive better in the Queensland climate than those seen further south. But the soft lilac-blue of the jacaranda was presently eclipsed by a picture we met on the way to Eight-mile Plains.

      Imagine in the foreground the winding, white, dusty road, curving its way until lost in the distant perspective. On either side is the ever-present glaucous green of the eucalypts, just about to shed their barks, and presenting streaks of yellow buff and Indian red. A little way—and in the middle distance—is a break or opening in the scrub, admitting a flood of light from the noonday sun, which brilliantly lights up two fine bougainvilleas in full and mature bloom. Another turn in the road, and in a few minutes the scene changes—this mass of colour dissolves, and in its place appears tints of another part of the spectrum even more gorgeous than the first.

      It is a tree of another variety of bougainvillea that comes into view. Instead of the rich crimson lake or purplish hue of the one we are so familiar with in Sydney, the colour differs, in that there is an admixture of orange tint, inclining perhaps to a brick red, but it is a rich blaze of striking colour nevertheless, set off by the darker background of eucalypt and mimosa, all ending in the upward delicate tracery of network formed by the branches, against the blue depths of an Australian sky, thus completing a picture that captivates the senses to live for ever in the memory of the beholder. The proper audible accompaniment is the song of the birds, and the flowing melody of Hollins' Spring Song, familiar enough to Sydney musicians. The effect is electric, the step becomes elastic, the walk is a pleasure, while the entire presentation is an impossibility to describe.

      Scene II, is on the Pimpama Creek—a bend in the road, a farmhouse on the right with clustering vines, mango, and peach trees, the grass soft and thick on both sides of the road, with a depression in the road, crossed by a rustic bridge, under which is a gurgling stream of water joining the creek on the left of the picture; the clear water goes to form just such a brook as the one immortalised by Tennyson. There are willow trees in the foreground, while sleek cattle are peacefully browsing in the adjacent paddock. Beyond is a cultivation of arrowroot, which, with pineapples and sugar cane, is frequently seen growing here in Queensland. One cannot resist the invitation for a halt and a dip in a secluded willow-shaded pool hard by, after which we do justice to an al fresco breakfast under an unclouded sky, with a liberal supply of milk, which we obtain from the farm aforesaid. After the rest and refreshment we sling on our knapsacks and resume our journey.

      "On foot and away with the dew of the morning,

      While the flute-noted blackbird is chanting his song."

      A pilgrimage from Moreton Bay to Port Jackson included, in our case, the preliminary journey from Sydney to Brisbane, which was accomplished by taking a sea trip, one of us going by the Orontes, while the writer went in one of the coastal steamers, landing me in the Queensland capital on the first of November. We breakfasted on that day at the Bellevue Hotel, and getting, rid of the starchy garb of conventional civilisation we despatched them off by return boat to Sydney, and clattered downstairs with as much clanking noise as a couple of cavalry troopers, much to the astonishment of the bystanders, who took us for military scouts, bound for some mysterious and unknown expedition.

      Both the Lands Departments of Sydney and of Brisbane afforded us maps and useful information, and we were favoured with the good services of the Government Analyst for Queensland, Mr. J. Brownlie Henderson, who gave us minute details as to our exit from the streets of Brisbane, following which, we crossed over to South Brisbane by the Victoria Bridge, and despising the tram, walked to Stone's Corner, and on to Eight-Mile Plains, crossing the Logan River by the punt, and arriving at Beenleigh at 6 o'clock in the evening, where we had our first shower-bath and supper, both of which were duly appreciated.

      After going to bed there arose a terrible thunderstorm, with a heavy downpour of rain, which continued far into the night, and sounded very ominous for the next day's work. However, we set out at 4.30 a.m., and in the fresh, cool morning walked briskly along the well-washed roads to the Albert River and Pimpama, the one producing sugar cane and the other arrowroot. We lunched at the Coomerah River with some fishermen, who gave us hot water and road instructions. After this I had the painful experience of making the discovery that I had developed a blister on my left foot, in spite of my having had both boots and socks specially made for me. Then there came another violent thunderstorm and tropical rains that completely blocked out the entire landscape. My friend walked proudly on after the storm abated slightly, though he eventually got wet through before the day was out. For myself, I had to suffer the humiliation of doing the last ten miles into Southport by train. It either had to be done or the alternative was to lie up, and this, too, on the second day out from Brisbane! At Southport I kicked off the offending boots, doctored my blister, and sent home the boots by rail, telegraphing home for a pair of boots that were well seasoned, and four years old—ones that had done active services on previous walks. These boots met me at Grafton. In the meantime I walked in sandals.

      Southport is a deservedly-popular watering place, great numbers of people coming down from Brisbane for the bathing and fishing. There are bathing boxes placed along the beach belonging to the various hotels, boarding-houses, and private residences, and they are somewhat like English bathing machines without the wheels.

      Next day I succeeded in walking in sandals with pads of cotton wool between my toes, and a few miles out we came to Meyer's ferry, on the Nerang River, where we had breakfast close by a bee farm.

      After breakfast we signalled to the puntman, and there came a girl about 14 years of age, and she ferried us across. She was strong and robust and very skilful in the management of the boat, which she handled dexterously in spite of a strong tidal current, and she landed us safely on the other side.

      After a short walk we came upon the famous Seven-mile Beach, which stretches right away to Burleigh Heads, intercepted only by Tallebudgera Creek. In former times, before a railway was constructed, the mail coaches used to run along this beach close down to the water's edge, and this drive was considered a fine thing, especially exhilarating when a stiff breeze was blowing. But to walk these long beaches it was necessary to time one's arrival at

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