CHAPTER III.
"New objects open to his wondering view,
Of various forms and combinations new;
A rocky precipice, a waving wood,
Deep winding dell, and foaming mountain flood.
Each after each, with coy and sweet delay,
Broke on his sight at the young dawn of day."
"And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed.
The mustering squadron, and the clattering car
Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,
And swiftly forming in the ranks of war;
As the deep thunder, peal on peal, afar,
And near, the beat of the alarming drum,
Roused up the soldier ere the morning star."
THERE are two routes to Ballaarat—that one via Geelong, by which you have the advantages of the steamers going and returning each day; and, ere this, a still more expeditious mode by the railway. The second route is across the country, and more direct, and as this is the route the troops marched previous to the disturbances of which we are about to write, we take it from a journal kept on the occasion. Returning, therefore, to the first—well-conducted steamers leave the wharf at 11 and
