modelled themselves into a similarity to some familiar 40 object. After the inspection was over I ran up to Inspiration Point, a spot a-bout 1500 feet above the Caves House, where the view is like drink of very old wine. Then I jogged down in the cool of the evening, while the rock wallabys, rabbits, and laughing jackasses jumped out of my way or scolded harshly from the treetops. There was little else to do in the evening but eat supper, read and go to bed. This time it was Almayer's Folly. Saturday, August 27th. (Jenolan Caves). About the same sort of schedule today as yesterday. The climate up here is exceedingly invigorating and I was inspired to do some work that I never would have dreamed of doing before I left Sydney. In the afternoon I joined the inspection to the Right Imperial Cave, which has the reputation of being the one that has the most dainty embroidery work less the vastness of all the other caves. This I fancied the most and consider it the most interesting, in looking back, of all. In the Right Imperial is to be found the Gem of the West, The Walled City, The Poultry Shop, The Shop of the Dressed Meats, The Goose that Laid the Golden Egg, The Crystal Grotto, the Archbishop, and other attractions locally renowned in the region; seeing which the guide, who was a tall, handsome Scotchman, proved to be of great entertainment in making observations of both a scientific and facetious nature.