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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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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-085-ms13518"></a><br>his profession of a doctor &amp; has hopes<br>of reclaiming him from his drunken<br>habits -.</div>
<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>
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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>
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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 for such vlle purposes) almost par-<br>alized - He went on as fluently as tho<br>he was reading from a book, charging<br>him with destroying property - arson<br>and even inciting to murder. Poor<br>Fletcher grew pale as death as the<br>wretch proceeded in his diabolical<br>evidence and seemed as though he could<br>hardly support himself at the bar.
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-099-ms13518"></a><br>The examination following immediately<br>the arrest (another act of wanton<br>tyranny on the part of the authorities)<br>no evidence for the defence could be<br>brought into court, and consequently<br>he was committed to take his trial<br>on the above charge. Immediately<br>after his committal &amp; just before he<br>was removed from the bar, - a<br>cowardly mean-spirited wretch - who<br>has for some time entertained and<br>expressed a deep enmity towards<br>him - walked in, and seating himself<br>near to the doorway he must pass<br>through - actually gloated on his<br>misfortunes. The last stroke adding<br>a cowardly insult to injury was perhaps<br>the most galling &amp; I think poor<br>Fletcher felt it. A few minutes<br>after he was removed I and a friend<br>went to the lockup and requested per-<br>mission to see him - we were gruffly &amp;<br>insultingly refused and threatened
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-100-ms13518"></a><br>with the petty vengence of some<br>bearish understrapper if we made<br>the attempt again. Shortly after-<br>wards Harrington &amp; I met with<br>Captain Evans &amp; requested him to gain<br>us an interview,- he did so at once<br>and the same contemptible brute, who<br>had so abused his petty authority<br>before, but who was now all only<br>civllity opened the door for us - To<br>our regret we were not allowed a<br>private interview &amp; all we could do<br>was to express our sympathy and<br>effect a few arrangements for his<br>comfort.- The poor fellow was utterly<br>cast down, even shed tears. Of course<br>we assured him no means would be<br>left untried to get him out of his painful<br>dilemma.<br>As Bently, the supposed murderer<br>had been released on bail we confi-<br>dently expected that the same in-<br>dulgence would be granted to
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-101-ms13518"></a><br>Fletcher &amp; his partner in misfortune<br>but our surprise it was refused.<br>The news got wind - a monster meeting<br>was called at once and an universal<br>determination expressed to have them<br>out in spite of everything. After some<br>little deliberation it was agreed<br>to send a deputation of about thirty<br>resolute fellows to go to the Commissioner<br>and demand the prisoners out on bail<br>and to tell them at the same time that<br>if their demand was not complied<br>with they would take them out by force.<br>The deputation was received with a<br>good deal of ostentation and military<br>display, but the men who composed<br>it were not to be cowed by naked<br>swords and bayonets &amp; they delivered<br>the whole of their determined demand<br>fearlessly. - In the mean time the<br>diggers impatient of delay &amp; suspicious<br>of the treatment the men in their<br>power would sustain from them
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-102-ms13518"></a><br>had crowded on the road leading to<br>the camp and now presented a<br>formidable mass of five or six<br>thousand determined men ready<br>to push their bold threat into im-<br>mediate execution. - The authorities<br>saw their dilemma and wisely<br>consented to yield to their demands<br>and by about five or six o'clock<br>poor Fletcher &amp; McIntyre were bourn<br>in triumph from the Camp - They<br>were released on £1000 bail each.<br>- Strong sympathy was manifested<br>for the two unfortunates a committee<br>was formed at once and subscriptions<br>got up to defray the expenses of trial.<br>Mrs Hammer gave up her theatre for<br>their benefit and the Stranger was<br>performed to a crowded house, and<br>in fact throughout the diggings there<br>seemed to be but one feeling, a warm<br>sympathy for Fletcher &amp; McIntyre and<br>deep indignation at the conduct of
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-103-ms13518"></a><br>the Authorities -The trial is to take<br>place in Melbourne about the 15th or<br>l8th.<br>There were several circumstances con-<br>nected with our business at this time<br>which were far from satisfactory to<br>me and George Morgan, and he having<br>occasion to go to town shortly before<br>Fletcher was taken into custody I remained<br>to carry out certain arrangements which<br>we considered necessary. Shortly after<br>he left I went through the books and<br>a display of dishonourable and swindling<br>transactions on the part of Harrington<br>was revealed which made me feel half<br>mad.- Instead of entering on equal terms<br>of capital &amp;c according to the understanding<br>under which George Morgan and I left, he<br>had entered the firm without a shilling and what<br>was worse had brought into it with his own swin-<br>dling person private debts to the amount of<br>about 130 or £140 - he had entered into<br>arraingments  []
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-104-ms13518"></a><br>consulting George - suppressed George's name<br>and paraded his own about, and in fact acted<br>throughout a part - the reverse of a honest man and<br>a gentleman. As soon as I was acquainted with the<br>matter I showed the accounts and demanded a proper<br>adjustment of them.  I charged him with his dis-<br>honorable conduct - he got frightened at the course affairs<br>began to take against him and tried to compromise the<br>matter, but waner words naturally ensuing I spoke<br>my mind freely and ended by disputing Georges author-<br>ity to make fresh arrangements without consulting George<br>Morgan &amp; myself. George agreed with me in thinking that<br>this was the only course left to us. Finding it necessary<br>that we should all be together I determined to go down to<br>town at once for Geo Morgan &amp; on Thursday Nov 9 I started<br>by conveyance for Geelong &amp; went on by steamer next morning<br>to Melbourne. Geo Morgan was of course greatly surprised<br>to see me but his surprise was considerably increased when<br>I explained to him the reason of my coming. As he took the<br>same view of the matter as I did we came to the de-<br>termination to turn Harrington if possible out of the<br>concern altogether, &amp; we of course felt impatient to<br>be back for that purpose. An unpleasant circumstance<br>however detained us a week longer than we an-
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-105-ms13518"></a><br>ticipated -I had only about l0£ in my<br>pocket on starting making sure that George<br>Morgan would have cash in hand but on arriving<br>I found to my disappointment that he had bought<br>goods to the full extent of his purse and had only<br>a few shillings left. Travelling is slightly different<br>to English travelling and by the time I reached Melbourne<br>I had only about 3£ so as a matter of course we were<br>obliged to wait until George sent us down a remittance.<br>I found Melbourne considerably improved in appearance<br>but trade was fearfully bad -confidence seems wholly<br>destroyed -goods were selling at ruinous rates in many<br>instances below home prices - in some for only freight<br>and all for cash.  I went up to Brunswick<br>which was so altered that I did not know it again.<br>I found a turnpike close to the old tents<br>4 or 5 Hotels and quite a flourishing young township.<br>I called at Cartons and passed several pleasant evenings<br>there and also at Mrs Halls - I was sorry to find for<br>the sake of poor Mrs Hall &amp; her family that Mr<br>Hall had returned to be once more a trouble &amp; encum-<br>brance to them. We had been down 9 or 10 days when<br>George sent a young friend of ours on horseback with<br>funds for our journey and a summons to come up im-<br>mediately.  We reached Ballarat next evening<br>Nov 20th &amp; found that Harrington encouraged by our<br>protracted absence had been endeavouring to add to his<br>dishonorable practices so we resolved at once to act de-<br>cisively.- The next morning we knocked down the sign<br>and took possession. Harrington came up while I was<br>knocking out the last nail &amp; with evident astonishment<br>asked me what it all meant.- I told him it meant that<br>Geo Morgan &amp; I had taken possession &amp; that<br>he no longer any right there. -He made a few feeble<br>attempts at swagger, but finding them not only useless<br>but ridiculous he went away completely crestfallen.
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-106-ms13518"></a><br>Solely to save a serious loss of time &amp; not from a sha-<br>dow of dread of what he could do (for he is utterly powerless)<br>we offered him £50 to go quickly out of the firm. He<br>made a counter proposition ridiculously extravagant<br>under the circumstances which we laughed at, and in a<br>little time he fell in with our offer, and after the neces-<br>sary forms had been gone thro' the whole of<br>the business was turned over to us. It was one of the most<br>gratifying events I have experienced since I have been in the<br>Colony - seeing the back of the plausable  []
 scamp.<br>It will be hard fighting for some time, for owing to Har-<br>rington's wild speculations our liabilities are exceedingly<br>heavy, but we are in hope thro' the influence of our friends<br>that our creditors will wait when the whole matter is<br>explained to them. Our worldly effects &amp; business<br>engagements are as follows. - A large Auction Mart<br>called the Criterion lined with drugget, in<br>one of the best situations on the diggings with stock &amp;c,<br>an extensive stockyard strongly fenced all round<br>with weatherboard &amp; show stables for 14 horses. In addition<br>to this we have an equal share in a Printing Es-<br>tablishment with Fletcher -Our present liabilities<br>are considerably more than our effects, but I have<br>hopes that we shall be able to fight safely through<br>&amp; if we do I believe we shall get on well.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-107-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.110"></a>Saturday Nov 18th 1854</h2>Today to our infinite relief<br>the arrangements necessary to free<br>us from our discreditable association<br>with Harrington were completed and<br>duly signed. I never felt so complete<br>satisfaction in being able to turn my<br>back on a man I utterly despise than<br>I have in this instance. His character<br>is contemptible in the extreme -It is<br>a mixture of deceit, insolence &amp; cowardice<br>-He discussed George by his plausible<br>hypocrisy, and because he was quiet with<br>him pushed himself prominently<br>forward in every occasion with the<br>most impudent assurance and<br>shoved George entirely in the background,<br>-And now that he has been stripped<br>of his mask and told honestly of his<br>unprincipled acts his cowardly nature<br>has shown itself in its true light.  I<br>hope this our present dilemma
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-108-ms13518"></a><br>will be a sufficient lesson to us for<br>the future. It will be a hard<br>struggle to fight our way through<br>the host of difficulties which our<br>disastrous connection with that<br>paltry rascal has drawn around<br>us, but I hope by steady per-<br>severance &amp; the ready help of our<br>numerous friends that we shall<br>in a little time work ourselves<br>once more into a hopeful position.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.111"></a>Sunday Nov 19th</h2>Took a ride into the bush about<br>a dozen miles. It was -as is usual<br>with our attempts at enjoyment on the<br>diggings- more toil than pleasure.<br>The sun was blazing hot -the air<br>close &amp; sultry and the dust half<br>blinding. - If it is ever my happy<br>fate to reach old England again
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-109-ms13518"></a><br>how the memory of such days as<br>these will swell the enjoyment of<br>pleasure then. It is not so much<br>the climate I quarrel with as its so-<br>cial miseries, for there are times<br>-the evenings especially, when the<br>heart could scarce wish for<br>anything more beautiful than the air<br>and sky and the rich varied glow<br>on the earth -But as for comfort<br>that truly English word, it is hardly<br>known.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.112"></a>Monday Nov 20th</h2>We have made arrangements today<br>to take our meals with a lady (a<br>neighbour of ours) for which we are<br>to pay rather less than the usual<br>sum -9£ a week. Our living lately<br>has put me actively in mind of English<br>pigs and it has cost us nearly as much<br>as what we have arranged to pay,<br>so I consider that the little extra
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-110-ms13518"></a><br>we pay is amply compensated for<br>by the absence of all the perplexing<br>abominations of cooking -a well<br>spread table with more of an air<br>of comfort about it than is generally<br>met with on the diggings and last<br>but decidedly not least -the society<br>of an agreeable woman.<br>Another part of the mask has fallen<br>from that rascal Harrington &amp; laid bare<br>another ugly trait in his despicable cha-<br>racter -Colonial Policemen are not<br>generally considered a very respectable body<br>but it is only the lowest and most despi-<br>cable of this despised class who will stoop<br>to the degrading measures which he has prac-<br>tised today.<br>During the last month he has run up<br>a score with our immediate neighbour<br>for sundry glass of grog and today because<br>he asked him for payment in a rather<br>abrupt manner he has taken one of the<br>most cowardly advantages one man
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-111-ms13518"></a><br>could possibly take over another by<br>laying an informative against him for<br>selling grog.<br>He came in this evening boasting of<br>his meritorious exploits but I gave him<br>the benefit of my thoughts in the subject<br>in such plain terms that I think for<br>once he was ashamed of himself for he<br>laboured very hard to convince me it was<br>not his intention to push the case. I know he<br>wlll not push the case, but I know<br>also that his cowardice alone restrains<br>him.<br>George Morgan saw him afterwards<br>in the stables -He was excited with<br>a few glasses of ale &amp; Harrington<br>was near receiving a horsewhipping as<br>he ever was in his life.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-112-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.113"></a>Tuesday Nov 21st</h2>A party of us had tickets given<br>us for the Queens Theatre. The<br>performance was as miserable as<br>any I ever sat under.<br>Harrington came in &amp; had a very<br>narrow escape of being hissed &amp; pelted<br>out again -The news of his yesterdays<br>ascality had spread &amp; but a word from<br>Darby (who was present) would have changed<br>the feeling &amp; expressions of contempt which<br>were general around -into an open manifestation<br>of public scorn.<br>Darby openly taxed him with<br>the vile act in the Refreshment Room<br>&amp; with such effect on those around that<br>the poor scamp hastened to allay<br>his resentment by giving him a<br>few pounds on account.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-113-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.114"></a>Wednesday Nov 22nd</h2>Rode over to Creswick Creek on horseback<br>-About half way there the mare<br>set her foot in a crabhole &amp; fell rolling<br>over me in the mud. The softness of the<br>mud probably saved me from a broken<br>leg - as it was I escaped with a trifling<br>bruise on the hip &amp; a complete plastering<br>of mud. I persuaded Mr Wood to<br>return with me &amp; pay Mr Guigaleen a<br>visit for a day or two.<br>-The first news I heard on my return to<br>Ballarat was as much a source of regret<br>to me as it was unexpected. It was<br>that poor Fletcher had been sentenced<br>to 4 months imprisonment.<br>-Considering he was found guilty the sen-<br>tence is certainly a lenient one, but all<br>who knew him were so thoroughly convinced of<br>his innocence that his friends had but one<br>opinion &amp; that was that he would be ac-<br>quitted.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-114-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.115"></a>Thursday Nov 23</h2>Took the management of the private<br>office.- A few of our friends came down this<br>evening to congratulate us on our separation<br>from Harrington -It is gratifying to us to find<br>so many of our friends expressing pleasure<br>&amp; approbation at the measures we have taken to<br>get rid of him.</div>
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<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.117"></a>Saturday Nov 25th</h2>A German of the name of Arne called &amp; en-<br>quired for Harrington -He told us Harrington<br>had borrowed 15£ from him while he<br>was in Geelong &amp; had not paid him back.<br>Harrington was down two days only<br>-all his expenses both travelling &amp; at the Hotel were paid<br>yet he managed to spend nearly 40£ during<br>the two days he was down -What aggravated<br>the selfishness &amp; dishonesty of the expenditure<br>was the fact that he knew his partner at that
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<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.118"></a>Sunday Nov 26.</h2>I have heard today that two delegates<br>perhaps the two worst that could have been<br>appointed for such a purpose -have gone<br>to Town to demand the release of the<br>prisoners. I never heard of anything more<br>ridiculously absurd.<br>No man in his senses can believe<br>for a moment that the Governor will recognize<br>the word demand in a petition -It is easy<br>to guess the result of it.</div>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-116-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.120"></a>Tuesday Nov 28th</h2>Unwell in bed. - A large body of soldiers &amp; police<br>came in this afternoon. I was alone in the<br>store about 8 or 9 tonight when I heard a number<br>of troopers gallop up the road followed by a large<br>body of soldiers. I went out and found that<br>a line of baggage &amp; ammunition wagons had<br>been attacked - the Contractor beaten severely &amp; a<br>little drummer boy wounded by the mob. Three of<br>the wagons were destroyed, the rest were saved by<br>the prompt arrival of the soldiers. After the wagons<br>had passed the excited mob began to pelt the soldiers<br>&amp; troopers, while the more desperate ran to their tents for<br>firearms. It was a lovely moonlight night &amp; the soft<br>placid beauty of the sky was strangely at variance with<br>the scene below where hootings groans curses the clatter<br>of horses feet &amp; the rattle of swords made up a horrible din<br>which it would be difficult to describe. It is some relief to<br>the feelings of Englishmen to know that the row was commenced<br>&amp; principally carried on by the worst portion of the digging<br>community -old Convicts &amp; Tipperary men, for no man<br>however well disposed towards the diggers interests can disguise<br>the fact from himself that it was a cowardly affair.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-117-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.121"></a>Wednesday Nov 29th</h2>The Monster Meeting so long talked<br>of (I expect by some so much dread-<br>ed) was held today. It was thought<br>by many that the Authorities at<br>the Camp would attempt to disperse<br>it at the point of the bayonets, &amp;<br>it was a general feeling from<br>the stern determination of the diggers<br>that such a measure would be but<br>the signal of bloodshed and open riot.<br>- Fear or policy<br>however, (it is difficult to tell which)<br>withheld them and the meeting was<br>suffered to go on without inter-<br>ruption.- Mr Rayes a shipmate<br>of mine was In the chair.- The<br>delegates from Melbourne (Humphrey<br>amongst the number) arrived at an<br>early stage in the proceedings and<br>gave an account of their reception<br>by the Governor.<br>It appears they were received in a
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-118-ms13518"></a><br>very satisfactory manner, and it<br>was their opinion that but for the<br>ridiculous wording of their memorial<br>their mission in reference to Fletcher<br>and his fellow victims would have<br>been successful -Humphrey addressed<br>the meeting but for some reason or<br>other he seemed in bad odour with<br>the Committee and was frequently<br>interrupted -He was so much an-<br>noyed at last that he gave notice<br>that he intended resigning his office<br>-The better portion of the meeting<br>were I believe well disposed towards<br>him, and it was only from some petty<br>feelings of jealously among some of<br>the members of the committee that<br>he was subjected to interruption and<br>annoyance.<br>The aspect of the men at the meeting<br>was quiet but evidently determined. Some<br>of the speakers were as usual violent<br>in their language and advice, but
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-119-ms13518"></a><br>the general feeling seemed a wish<br>to get their wrongs redressed by<br>moral and constitutional means, but<br>at the same time a determination to<br>have them redressed -One of the<br>resolutions was to burn all li-<br>cences, which I believe was acted<br>upon to a certain extent -. Another<br>was to call a meeting at Mr<br>Hanmers Theatre to organize a Diggers<br>League of 4000 Men.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-120-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.122"></a>Thursday Nov 30th</h2>Among the many false steps our Author-<br>ities have taken recently none I think<br>have reached in reckless foolhardiness the<br>one they took this morning.- On a day im-<br>mediately following an important demonstra-<br>tion, while the people's minds were inflamed<br>to an ominous degree with a deep sense<br>of the wrong &amp; insults they are chafing under,<br>the Authorities came out with a strong armed<br>body to enforce the obnoxious licence tax<br>at the point of the bayonet. -The<br>scene when they made their appearance<br>is beyond description. Hoots yells<br>&amp; execratives assailed them on all<br>sides -Commissioner Ride began<br>to read the riot act but before he had<br>got a quarter through it he was glad<br>to retreat from the shower of stones that<br>assailed him. Every moment I expected<br>to hear the order given to fire but for<br>some reason best known to the Authorities<br>it was not given &amp; the whole force was
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-121-ms13518"></a><br>withdrawn again to the Camp -and the<br>only casualties were one man shot<br>by a trooper, two or three wounded, &amp;<br>about half a dozen taken prisoners.<br>One instance will show the daring<br>and determination of the diggers -<br>A young fellow (a digger) was ordered<br>by Captain Evans to show his licence<br>he saw he had not one &amp; did not intend<br>to have one - a trooper was instantly<br>ordered to seize him but the young fellow<br>springing boldly on the horse &amp; grappling<br>with the trooper pitched him to the ground<br>headlong. Two foot police then pressed upon<br>him - he knocked down one &amp; wrested the staff<br>from the other. Captain Evans now drew a<br>revolver fired at him &amp; missed him two<br>other shots were fired at him but happily<br>for the poor fellow they missed also and<br>he made his escape among the holes.<br>It is a subject of almost universal<br>gratification that the Camp Authorities<br>came upon the diggers with their military
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-122-ms13518"></a><br>display while they were unprepared<br>for if they had been armed a fearful scene<br>of carnage &amp; confusion would have been<br>inevitable -There is something repugnant<br>&amp; revolting to the feelings of a true Englishman<br>in such a strife &amp; nothing but the last extre-<br>mity will drive him to it -A little<br>forbearance on the part of the authorities<br>and I believe all would have been well, but<br>this mornings disastrous policy has raized<br>feelings of bitter animosity in the breasts<br>of many who a little while ago were<br>eager that the difficulties should be settled<br>by moral means, and all now look forward<br>with apprehension to the consequences.<br>It is evident how seriously matters are viewed<br>at the camp for Commissioner Johnson openly<br>stated that in the event of any outbreak<br>the whole of the tents &amp; stores on the flat would<br>be burnt to the ground by the soldiers -a<br>piece of comfortable intelligence in which I<br>am sorry to say we largely share, for<br>our Store Printing Office &amp; Stables are imme-
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-123-ms13518"></a><br>diately under the Camp &amp; we should neces-<br>sarily be the first victims. I trust for<br>our own sakes &amp; that of our neighbours<br>that such a dire calamity will be averted.<br>The remainder of the day was a series of<br>anxieties of excitement -The Camp was carefully<br>fortified to the full extent of its resources<br>-The diggers were earnestly at work buying<br>revolvers &amp; ammunition -making long pikes<br>fixing large knives on sticks, rubbing up<br>old swords muskets &amp; bayonets &amp; in fact<br>making every preparation for a determined<br>struggle -Bodies of armed men visited<br>the stores demanding arms -I was in the<br>Rifle Gallery when two men appointed by the<br>main body came for their rifles &amp; guns.<br>It was useless to resist so they gave up at<br>once what they had in the gallery -The rest<br>they had previously sent to the township.<br>Soon afterwards 7 or 8 others armed with swords<br>guns &amp; revolvers came in &amp; made a second de-<br>mand, and would not believe that they had been<br>given up already -They began to be violent and
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-124-ms13518"></a><br>had it not fortunately happened that<br>one of their party knew Steele it is<br>hard to say what the consequences<br>would have been -They left at last with<br>a patronizing promise (which we did not<br>altogether appreciate) to call for us all<br>at daybreak to join in an attack on the<br>Camp.<br>It was a horrible night altogether.<br>The hasty &amp; eager preparations for a<br>bloody struggle -and such a struggle<br>almost brother against brother, the deadly<br>hatred which the most violent manifested<br>towards the Camp Officials, the incessant<br>firing of guns &amp; pistols the rattle of arms<br>and to crown all, a fearful thunder storm<br>the most violent I have witnessed since<br>I have been on the diggings, broke over our heads.<br>The lightning was truly awful, but scarcely<br>more awful than the objects its light revealed.<br>The diggings &amp; for a moment the eye would<br>rest on groups of armed men talking in
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-125-ms13518"></a><br>low earnest tone &amp; then all was darkness.<br>We are now waiting in darkness and<br>uncertainty for some fearful crisis -<br>every hour is expected to usher in a<br>scene of blood and calamity -If there<br>is a struggle it must be on the flat<br>where we are situated -the thought of<br>work of bloodshed &amp; death going on among<br>hundreds of women &amp; children is dreadful<br>to contemplate.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-126-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.123"></a>Friday Dec 1</h2>We all lay down last night<br>without undressing and what with<br>the constant firing of guns &amp; pistols and<br>anxiety fo what the morning was to bring<br>forth, we passed an almost sleepless<br>night -I was dozing off just before<br>daybreak when I heard the measured<br>tramp of disciplined men &amp; a cry<br>of halt opposite our bridge -We<br>all heard it &amp; made up our minds we<br>were come for to join in an attack on<br>the Camp -After a few minutes of un-<br>enviable suspense an order was given<br>to march &amp; to our rellef they all<br>passed on without troubling us -<br>At sunrise we were aroused a second<br>time by the rattle of arms &amp; the tramp<br>of a large body of military -We<br>looked out &amp; saw the whole camp force<br>marching past -They marched up<br>Bakery Hill -and along the road a<br>few hundred yards &amp; returned past
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-127-ms13518"></a><br>the back of our Store to the Camp -<br>It was evidently their intention to have<br>dispersed the meeting thst was held before<br>daybreak this morning -but fortunately<br>they had dispersed before they reached the<br>spot.<br>As we were going to dinner we saw a<br>long line of men coming down the Black Hill.<br>We learnt afterwards that they were Creswlck Creek<br>men come to attend a large meeting held to-<br>night.<br>-The meeting was attended by about 3000<br>men, 1500 of whom were armed. The<br>greatest order prevailed scarcely<br>a sound except the speakers voice interrupted<br>the dead silence while the leader addressed them<br>in low ernest tones -The crisis seems<br>now hourly approaching, and<br>all are waiting with a good deal of<br>dread for the result.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-128-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.124"></a>Saturday Dec 2nd</h2>I had no sleep on Thursday night<br>&amp; tonight every moment was expected<br>to usher in some decisive movement<br>&amp; anxiety kept us awake until a late<br>hour -At midnight however I could<br>stand it no longer &amp; fell asleep -I<br>slept soundly until1 8 o'clock the next<br>morning when I awoke &amp; found all<br>quiet.<br>The day throughout has been one of<br>excitement &amp; suspense -A barricade<br>has been thrown up at Eureka for the<br>diggers headquarters &amp; a flag called the<br>Southern Cross hoisted with some<br>ceremony -Armed men in rank<br>have been marching up &amp; down the road<br>-A notice has been issued from the<br>Camp for all lights to be extinguished<br>within musket shot on pain of being fired into<br>-Reports of all kind were flying
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-129-ms13518"></a><br>abroad -The Governor was coming up<br>with two troops &amp; a park of Artillery<br>-The diggers were going out<br>in strong force to intercept them.<br>The Camp was to be stormed -<br>and many other rumours equally<br>alarming.<br>- Business is entirely suspended<br>but one topic of conversation engrosses<br>the attention of diggers &amp; storekeepers<br>-Those whose means enable<br>them are sending their families<br>away while others whose poverty<br>compels to keep their wives &amp; families<br>amidst the scene of threatened dangers<br>are awaiting the approach of events<br>-with feeling bachelors may bless their<br>happy fortune in not being troubled<br>with.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-130-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.125"></a>Sunday Dec 3rd</h2>Awoke this morning with a confused<br>impression that I had been dreaming<br>of volleys of musketry -Immediately<br>afterwards I heard the rattle of a<br>horses feet on the metal road. I jumped<br>up at once and saw a horseman<br>galloping at the top of his horses speed<br>towards the Camp -He stopped but<br>a moment there and came tearing<br>back again followed by a trooper<br>with a naked sword -I dressed<br>at once and went out and the first<br>thing I saw was a melancholy spectacle<br>-A large body of soldiers were entering<br>the gully leading to the Camp with three<br>dray loads of dead and wounded.<br>-Before I had walked a hundred yards I<br>met another body of soldiers coming down<br>Bakery Hill driving before them a large<br>number prisoners at the point of the<br>bayonet -a few hundred yards behind
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-131-ms13518"></a><br>them again came a detachment of troopers<br>with more prisoners and the diggers<br>flag -I guessed at once that the military<br>had made an attack on the Eureka<br>Stockade but I did not guess that<br>Englishmen in Authority had made such<br>a savage and cowardly use<br>of their power as unhappily proved<br>to be the case.<br>- I hope the calamity of witnessing such<br>another sight as met my eye this<br>morning may never fall upon me<br>again -Anxious to know the worst<br>that had happened I walked on untill<br>I came to the Eureka line -Immediately<br>on the other side of this was a Stockade<br>between one &amp; two hundred yards in circum-<br>ference made of slab logs of wood, drays<br>&amp;c. I entered it and a ghastly scene<br>lay before me which it is vain to attempt<br>to describe -my blood crept as I looked<br>upon it -Stretched on the ground in all<br>the horrors of a bloody death lay 18 or
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-132-ms13518"></a><br>20 lifeless and mutilated bodies -Some<br>shot in the face, others literally riddled<br>with wounds -one wlth a ghastly wound<br>in the temples and one side of his body<br>absolutely roasted by the flames of his<br>tent - another - the most horrible of<br>these appalling spectacles with a<br>frightful gaping wound in his head<br>through which the brains protruded,<br>lay with his chest feebly heaving in<br>the last agony of death -One body pierced<br>with 16 or 17 wounds I recognized as that of<br>a poor German whom I have often joked<br>with.<br>By the time I had gone round I felt sick<br>and it was no small relief to me to turn<br>from the revolting scene and retrace my<br>steps -I am told the scene a short<br>time before I reached there was harrowing.<br>Newly made widows recognizing the bloody<br>remains of a slaughtered husband -children<br>screaming and crying round a dead<br>father -Surely the man that pollu-
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-133-ms13518"></a><br>ted the early dawn of a Sabbaths<br>morning with such a deed of blood<br>and suffering must have a stoney<br>heart if he does not think with keen<br>remorse on the desolation of many a<br>widowed heart his merciless work has<br>left.<br>During the day the horrible particulars<br>of the cruel butchery came out -It<br>appears some government spies had<br>been drilling in the ranks of the diggers<br>from the commencement of the distur-<br>bances. One of these had decoyed a large<br>body of men from the Stockade last<br>night on some pretence or other, leaving<br>only about 150 in it and they imper-<br>fectly armed -Another had watched<br>his opportunity until a greater part of<br>the remainder feeling themselves secure<br>from interruption on the coming Sunday<br>had either laid down for a few hours sleep<br>or were enjoying themselves with the bottle<br>when he slipped away to the camp and
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-134-ms13518"></a><br>reported how matters were.<br>Orders were at once given for the whole<br>force to be under arms, and about an<br>hour before sunrise they marched<br>stealthily to the Eureka Stockade.<br>The first notice the poor fellows had of<br>their approach was the blast of a trumpet.<br>At the moment it sounded a few diggers<br>placed as outposts caught sight of<br>the soldiers and fired their pieces. This<br>was answered by a murderous volley<br>on the Stockade followed by an unsparing<br>charge with the bayonet - while at<br>the same time the mounted 40th leaped<br>the barricade &amp; cut and slaughtered right<br>and left without mercy.<br>But this sanguinary carnage revolting<br>as it is to the mind is not half so sickening<br>as the savage wanton barbarity of the<br>troopers -They brave noble hearts! did<br>not turn their swords on armed men, but<br>galloped courageously among the tents<br>shooting at women, and cutting
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-135-ms13518"></a><br>down defenceless men. A few instances<br>of their bloody deeds in this horrid mellee<br>-one is enough.<br>Some distance from the scene of slaughter<br>two or three of these worthies fell on a<br>poor defenceless man and cut and slashed<br>with their swords on his head and body<br>until he fell -This was near Dr Lemans<br>tent &amp; Mrs Lemans hearing the cries of<br>the poor wretch went outside her tent -<br>The cruel sight drew an expression of<br>horror from her which reaching the ears of<br>one of the butchers he turned round and<br>deliberately fired at her. The base villain<br>happily missed his aim and she escaped<br>inside her tent where another ball was<br>sent after her.<br>Another trooper galloped up to Mr Naslam<br>(reporter for one of the papers), and ordered<br>him to join the government force. He alleged<br>gave an excuse (which was strictly true) that<br>he was unwell, when the wretch at once leveled his<br>carbine and shot him in the side. Not
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-136-ms13518"></a><br>content with this wanton barbarity he<br>handcuffed him and left him on the ground<br>weltering in hls blood where his friends<br>afterwards found him half dead.<br>Another man, a considerable distance<br>from the Stockade, awoke by the firing<br>went out of his tent in his shirt and<br>drawers and seeing the savage butchery<br>going on cried out in terror to a trooper<br>galloping up -"for Gods sake don't kill<br>my wife &amp; children" -his prayer may<br>as well have been addressed to a devil.<br>He was shot dead on his own threshold.<br>Cowardly and monstrous cruelties<br>such as these made up the bloody tragedy<br>of this morning It is a dark indelible<br>strain on a British Government -a<br>deed which can be fitly placed side by<br>side with the treacheries and cold blooded<br>cruelties of Austria &amp; Russia.<br>A universal shock has passed through<br>the diggings - a feeling of horror seems<br>to possess almost every mind.  Instead
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-137-ms13518"></a><br>of the noisy mirth which usually<br>characterizes Sunday here, an uncom-<br>fortable stillness prevails &amp; many seem<br>to think it is the lull before the tempest.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-138-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.126"></a>Monday Dec 4th</h2>I have witnessed today I think<br>some of the most melancholy spec-<br>tacles with the exception of yesterdays<br>horrid display, it has ever been my<br>misfortune to see -A number<br>of the poor brave fellows who fell<br>in yesterdays cowardly massacre<br>were burned. One of the cofflns trimmed<br>with white &amp; followed by a respectable<br>and sorrowing group was the body of<br>a woman who was mercilessly butchered<br>by a mounted trooper while she was<br>pleading for the life of her husband.<br>The mind recoils with horror &amp; disgust from<br>the thought that an Englishman can be<br>found capable of an act so monstrous<br>&amp; inhuman. Poor Ross the Canadian<br>who died this morning after suffering great<br>agony from his wounds was buried among<br>the rest. His funeral was attended by about<br>300 of his fellow diggers. There were
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-139-ms13518"></a><br>circumstances connected with his death<br>poor fellow enough to stir up feelings<br>of bitter resentment in the breasts<br>of the firmest lovers of peace. He<br>stood at the front of his men bravely<br>fighting for the cause he had advocated<br>until he was left alone -some of<br>his men were killed -others wounded, the<br>rest fled -Finding himself alone he<br>approached a trooper &amp; offering his sword<br>said he surrendered. Instead of taking<br>him prisoner the monster drew a pistol<br>and shot him -If ever a man had a<br>cold blooded murder on his soul that<br>wretch has.<br>It is vain to use expressions of detesta-<br>tion at such acts -words fail to convey<br>the intense loathing which must swell the<br>mind of every honest man when he hears of<br>and witnesses deeds like these.<br>An affecting circumstance was con-<br>nected with another funeral. Yesterday<br>morning a little terrier was found howling
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-140-ms13518"></a><br>over the dead body of his master -The<br>corpse was lifted into a dray among<br>others &amp; the faithful dog jumped up &amp;<br>lay on it whining until it<br>reached the Camp -It must have hovered<br>about the hospital all night for today he was<br>seen following his dead master to the grave,<br>perhaps the deepest mourner in the procession.<br>About 8 o'clock this evening we were<br>sitting in the room at the back of the store<br>talking over some business matters when<br>we were startled by the report of muskets<br>at the camp -We did not take a great<br>deal of notice of it at first but pre-<br>sently an alarming succession of reports<br>and the ominous whistling of a shower<br>of bullets over the store brought us to our<br>feet in an instant. We went out and<br>found the people in wonder &amp; consternation<br>asking what was the cause of it -<br>After some minutes of unenviable<br>suspense a detachment of troopers<br>galloped down from the Camp and stationed
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-141-ms13518"></a><br>themselves on the bridge -As they halted<br>the leader cried out "get into your<br>houses or you'll be shot" -The houses<br>which with very few exceptions are made<br>of thin canvas offered so little hope of their<br>being ball proof that the sage advice was<br>rejected &amp; the people clustered together outside<br>waiting in no little anxiety for the next notable<br>exploit of our considerate &amp; merciful rulers.<br>It came out that a shot had been fired<br>into the camp &amp; for this solitary misdemeanour<br>50 or 60 musket shots had been fired indis-<br>criminately among the tents. Tomorrow morning<br>will show the result of this wanton &amp; tyrannical<br>use of power. I hear many disastrous reports<br>tonight but hope there is the foundation<br>for them -After the blood stained lesson<br>which was offered on Sunday morning (not a very<br>fit day for such teaching) -the people will bear<br>a great deal before they will risk a repetition<br>but there are some deeds which will grace men<br>beyond the power of endurance and this seems<br>very like one of them.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-142-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.127"></a>Friday Dec 5th</h2>Among the victims of last nights<br>unpardonable recklessness were a woman<br>and her infant -The same ball which<br>murdered the Mother (for that is the<br>term for it) passed through the child<br>as it lay sleeping in her arms.<br>Another sufferer is a highly respect-<br>able storekeeper who had his thigh bone<br>shattered by a ball as he was walking<br>towards the township -He now lies in extreme<br>agony &amp; danger at the Clasendon Hotel.<br>A young woman had a miraculous escape<br>hearing the reports of musketry &amp; the dread<br>whiz of bullets around her, she ran out<br>of her tent to seek shelter -she had just<br>got outside when a ball whistled immedi-<br>ately before her eyes passing through both<br>sides of her bonnet.<br>Disasters like these the consequence of<br>such reckless contempt of human life as was<br>exhibited last night &amp; following so closely<br>on Sunday mornings butchery serve in no
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-143-ms13518"></a><br>small degree to rekindle the smothered fire<br>of popular feeling -It is to be hoped for the<br>sake of peace &amp; prosperity of the Colony that<br>a repetition of the horror of last week will<br>be averted, but if monstrous acts like these<br>polluting the soil with the innocent blood of<br>men women &amp; children are to follow on the heels of<br>each other, no man having a mans spirit<br>will regret a struggle for the overthrow of<br>the authorsof it.<br>Started early this morning by the Conveyance<br>to Creswick Creek -Before we reached the<br>township we were turned off the road by a<br>sentinel &amp; obliged to scramble up an almost<br>perpendicular bank -We passed several out-<br>posts in the bush beyond the Township.<br>Everything seems quiet at the Creek, but most of<br>the diggers there think the men of Ballarat have<br>submitted too quietly -I found Mrs Guyaleen<br>with Mr &amp; Mrs Woods -She told me she had<br>left her husband in disgust. It is a great pity to see<br>a young girl accustomed to good society at home, tied to<br>such a low fellow as her husband has proven himself<br>to be.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-144-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.128"></a>Wednesday Dec 6th</h2>The first news I heard this morning<br>was certainly comforting intelligence -It<br>was that an attack had been made in<br>the camp at Ballarat &amp; all the stores<br>on the Flat (ours of course included) burnt<br>to the ground -. On my return however<br>I found I had still a roof to cover my<br>head -during the day a large body of<br>troops about 900 in number and 5 pieces<br>of cannon under the command of Sir Robert<br>Nichol had arrived -martial law also<br>had been proclaimed at 12 o'clock at<br>noon. Sir Robert Nichol I am told<br>bid fair to be far more problem than our<br>present authorities -He stepped out of his<br>carriage as the troops were on their way<br>to the Camp &amp; addressed them in very sensible<br>&amp; politic, he seemed to deplore the late sacrifice<br>of life &amp; expressed him anxious to do all in his power<br>to restore confidence &amp; tranquillity.<br>The Melbourne &amp; Geelong papers state the sympathies of the<br>townspeople are strongly in favor of the diggers.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-145-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.129"></a>Thursday Dec 7th</h2>Sir Robert Nichol has taken the reins<br>of power at the Camp -Already there is<br>a sensible and gratifying deference in<br>its appearance -All the late ostentatious<br>military display so offensive to a liberty<br>loving people has disappeared -and the<br>force although augmented threefold appears<br>less than it was a day or two ago.<br>- The old General went round unattended<br>to several tents early this morning<br>&amp; made enquiries from the diggers relative<br>to the cause of the outbreak -It is<br>very probable from the humane &amp; temper-<br>ate course he is taking that he will esta-<br>blish himself in the goodwill of the people.<br>- It was anticipated that the existence<br>of martial law would effect the supplies<br>&amp; speculators looked forward to a tolerable<br>picking. The rules came out today and<br>I expect a good many were disappointed<br>to find that arms &amp; ammunition only<br>were prohibited.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-146-ms13518"></a><br>News arrived during the day of a<br>glorious victory gained by the Allies<br>in the East. The whole of the troops<br>were reviewed &amp; the news read to<br>them, &amp; it was gratifying to find<br>old animosities cast aside &amp; the people<br>joining in a hearty cheer<br>for the honour &amp; glory of old<br>England.<br>It is sincerely to be hoped the government<br>will take into consideration the great<br>wrong of the diggers &amp; adopt lenient<br>measures to secure tranquillity, and<br>not drive them by insult &amp; oppression<br>to take up arms to redress grievances<br>they would much rather have<br>adjusted by moral means.]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-147-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.130"></a>Friday Dec 8th</h2>The temperate attitude assumed by<br>Sir Robert Nichol has done a good deal<br>toward restoring confidence &amp; the majority<br>seem earnestly desirous of peace.<br>The late lamentable occurrences have<br>been most disastrous to both diggers and<br>storekeepers -trade has been all but sus-<br>pended and among the diggers many good<br>holes have been lost through neglect<br>-A reward of 500£ has been offered<br>by the Government for poor Vern dead<br>or alive -I sincerely hope he will<br>not get into their clutches.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-148-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.131"></a>Saturday Dec 9th</h2>A doctor returning from the township<br>last night (perhaps a little under the<br>influences of noblers) had a narrow escape<br>of being shot in consequence of refusing to<br>answer the sentinel -It appears the<br>sentinel challenged him three times<br>and receiving no answer fired<br>his musket at him -The ball<br>missed the man it was aimed<br>at &amp; slightly grazed Dr Carr who<br>was walking with him.<br>The unsettled state of Ballarat<br>has attracted a hoard of thieves<br>of wretches among us which I am<br>afraid we shall be some time<br>in getting freed from. Last<br>night a man was knocked down<br>not a hundred yards from our store<br>and robbed of a considerable amount.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-149-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.132"></a>Sunday Dec 19th</h2>- Hot sultry day.<br>- Bought an Illustrated London News<br>for 4/-. It is a great treat to<br>get hold of a English paper even<br>the advertizements possess an interest<br>which was unknown to us at<br>home. The present number of<br>the Illustrated London News is a<br>very good one -One engraving<br>taken from a painting<br>representing Shylock<br>delivering his keys to Jessica and<br>charging her not to show herself<br>at the windows is very well ex-<br>ecuted.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-150-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.133"></a>Monday llth Dec</h2>Early this morning we had the<br>pleasure and honour of receiving<br>a visit from the Harness Officer.<br>He was placed in the Store<br>for a debt which George Morgan and<br>I had nothing in the world to do<br>with -Harrington by whom in a great<br>measure the debt had been contracted and<br>certainly through whose swindling it had<br>not been paid, had been poisoning his<br>mind and when he first came in<br>he seemed disposed to do everything<br>in his power to injure and annoy<br>us. A little explanation &amp; exposure<br>of Harrington's rascality however -(for<br>husband the officer seems a decent<br>fellow at heart) served to change him<br>from a rather formidable enemy to a<br>valuable friend. He promised to do<br>all in his power to assist us and as<br>a first step withdrew the man he
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-151-ms13518"></a><br>had placed in possession.<br>Duke Paine found out today that<br>Harrington had received a letter of his<br>&amp; kept it. I went with Duke to the<br>Post Office to make enquiry and as<br>we were returning met Harrington coming<br>along the road on horseback -I stopped<br>him and asked him what he had done<br>with it, when he had the impudence to<br>deny all knowledge of it -I called Duke<br>(whom he had not observed) forward however<br>and with considerable confusion<br>he stammered out that he had forgotten<br>for the moment but he had sent it by<br>post to Creswick Creek thinking Mr Paine<br>was there. We had previously ascertained<br>that no such letter had been posted for<br>Creswick Creek so I advised Duke to compel<br>the scoundrel to produce it or punish him<br>if he does not.<br>An Inquest was held today on the body of<br>a man who was cruelly slaughtered yesterday<br>week and a verdict of wilful murder
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-152-ms13518"></a><br>returned against Haycurst, the<br>Magistrates Clerk -It came out in the evidence<br>that the poor victim was a considerable distance<br>from the stockade when the cowardly puppy rode up<br>to him &amp; asked him what he did there -He replied<br>he had nothing to do with the disturbance but Haycurst<br>scarcely waiting for his answer pushed his horse forward<br>&amp; struck him a savage blow on the head with his sabre.<br>Several troopers practiced the most horrible barbarities<br>on him -some hacked him with their swords brutally<br>while another fiend barberously shot him while he was<br>lying on the ground -This was the poor fellow<br>whom Mrs Leman saw mutilated when she was<br>fired at because human nature &amp; womanly feellng<br>could not repress a cry of horror at the scene -<br>No expression is required to assist the mind in forming<br>a just opinion on these cruelties -The simple facts<br>speak as strongly as volumes.</div>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-153-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.135"></a>Saturday Dec 16th</h2>From Monday last until today has<br>been a time of anxiety suspense &amp; trouble<br>to us. We have all learnt the bitter<br>lesson that a man can boast of but few<br>real friends in the hour of adversity.<br>A week ago we all thought we had many<br>friends who required but the test to prove<br>the reality &amp; sincerity of their friendship<br>but now that troubles have thickened<br>ominously over us many of them have<br>fallen off -their chief anxiety being the<br>success of their excuses -a few of the<br>sterling stuff have offered us a ready helping<br>hand however &amp; to them our obligation is<br>as great as the sense of it will be<br>lasting.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-154-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.136"></a>Sunday Dec 17th</h2>Dull showery day</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.137"></a>Monday Dec 18th</h2>The country seems fast sinking back<br>again into the half barbarous state<br>it was in two or three years ago.<br>Robberies murders &amp; scenes of violence are<br>now of daily occurrence. This morning<br>I saw a poor fellow in the government<br>hospital to all appearances at the point<br>of death. It was a pitiable sight -<br>He was on the floor, half of his body<br>propped up by two men -a stream of blood<br>gushing from his mouth -his body &amp; head<br>covered with bruises &amp; bearing evidence<br>of the most fiendish cruelty. He had been<br>stuck up in the night on the road near our<br>store, robbed &amp; I fear from the hopeless appearance<br>of the poor fellow, murdered. About the<br>same time too, a man was stuck up on
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-155-ms13518"></a><br>the Creswick Creek road &amp; robbed of some<br>gold -Not a night passes but tents are<br>broken into &amp; people robbed -Two or three days<br>ago a storekeeper was stuck up on his road<br>to Ballarat &amp; robbed of 1200£.<br>It is no wonder the diggers rise up in fierce<br>revolt when they see the enormous expenditure<br>of public money at the Camp &amp; the little<br>protection they receive from it.<br>George Morgan made his debut as<br>Auctioneer today -We were quite<br>prepared to expect a poor attendance on<br>the first day &amp; therefore were not disap-<br>pointed.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.138"></a>Tuesday Dec 19th</h2>Engaged Humphrey's brother this morning<br>in the printing office -I like him much<br>better than any other we have had there.<br>Drunkeness seems almost inseparable from<br>the calling of a printer in this country, but<br>he is certainly a decided exception from the
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-156-ms13518"></a><br>general rule.<br>A meeting was held today to receive<br>the commission appointed by the Government<br>to enquire into the cause of the late dis-<br>tressing occurrences -Every man having<br>it in his power to throw light on the<br>subject was invited to send in his state-<br>ment to a committee appointed for that<br>purpose, and it is to be hoped that every<br>honest man having such power will do<br>his duty to use it.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.139"></a>Wednesday Dec 20th</h2>Sold a Golden hole this morning<br>for 150£ -One of the party told<br>me they had made 2000£ a man<br>out of it already.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-157-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.140"></a>Thursday Dec 2lst</h2>The Commission of Enquiry began<br>their sitting this morning. There<br>seems every disposition on the part<br>of the gentlemen who compose it to<br>offer every facility for a fair &amp; thorough<br>investigation into the causes of the late<br>sacrifice of human life -Already<br>many facts have come to light which<br>reflect serlous blame on the local<br>authorities.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.141"></a>Friday Dec 22nd</h2>Captain Wise of the 40th was buried<br>today with military honours.<br>It was an ignoble cause for a<br>British Officer to fall in and there<br>is no doubt the recollection of the<br>horrible scene added some bitterness<br>to his dying moments -He was<br>highly respected by his brother officers<br>&amp; almost idolized by his men.</div>]]>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-158-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.142"></a>Saturday Dec 23rd</h2>I saw two or three delightful<br>specimens of the fair sex today -<br>very fair samples of a numerous<br>class in this country.<br>One well dressed young<br>woman I say staggering along the<br>road suffering rather severely from<br>an overflow of spirits. Opposite<br>our Printing Office she was met un-<br>expectedly by her husband &amp; a very<br>pretty matrimonial scene ensued.<br>The husband seemed to think that<br>decency demanded that she should<br>be put out of sight as quickly as<br>possible &amp; to put his ideas on the<br>subject he seized her wrist and<br>tried to pull her along the road.<br>She resisted and an interesting struggle<br>took place much to the entertainment of<br>a group of diggers who were standing<br>by -I believe he eventually succeeded<br>in coaxing or dragging his invaluable
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-159-ms13518"></a><br>better half to her home.<br>Another a coarse looking wretch<br>I heard address her father<br>in the gentle language of the fair<br>daughters of Billingsgate &amp; threatened<br>to break the paternal nose with<br>a cudgel.<br>George was introduced tonight at<br>Robinsons to a gentleman whom he<br>discerned in the course of conversation<br>to be Mr Walton of Manchester.<br>He brought out a considerable amount<br>of capital with him but<br>like many others he is now worse off<br>than when he first landed in the colony.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.143"></a>Sunday Dec 24th</h2>Went over to Creswlck Creek today<br>by conveyance. There seems some<br>fatality to attend my visits there -<br>last time my horse fell with me<br>&amp; today a half drunken driver<br>drove the conveyance over a fallen
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-160-ms13518"></a><br>tree and rolled all conveyance,<br>horses &amp; passengers in the dust.<br>Providently we all escaped with a<br>trifling bruise or two.<br><br>Creswlck Creek seems to<br>rival Ballarat in murders, robberies<br>&amp; accidents -There have been about<br>30 deaths from these causes within<br>the last month. Three bodies are now<br>lying at the Camp waiting the Inquest.<br>They are those of a man who<br>was murdered by his mate, &amp; his wife &amp;<br>child who were afterward poisoned<br>by the murderer.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.144"></a>Monday -Xmas day</h2>I was awoke at midnight last night<br>at the Hotel by the Christmas waits.<br>They were all professing belonging to<br>the concert room of<br>tolerable ability &amp; their music &amp;<br>voices rising on the still night air
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-161-ms13518"></a><br>was a treat as pleasant as it was un-<br>expected.<br>I returned to Ballarat early this morning<br>&amp; with the rest spent the day at<br>Parsons.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.145"></a>Tuesday Dec 26th</h2>Spent a very agreeable evening at<br>Parsons. The nearest approach to the<br>delightful Christmas nights of England I<br>have spent since I have been in the co-<br>lony -Mrs Parsons is an excellent singer<br>&amp; a few songs from her served very much<br>to increase the enjoyment of the evening.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.146"></a>Wednesday 27th</h2>The stickers up had a very pro-<br>lific harvest last night - The<br>road past our store was infested with<br>thieves who committed their robberies<br>with the most impudent audacity.<br>Kearton after leaving us last night had a<br>narrow escape. He was accosted
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-162-ms13518"></a><br>at the bend of the road by a man.<br>It was so dark that he could not distinguish<br>the mans face, but there was an evil sound<br>in the voice he did not approve of and<br>he slipped behind some tents &amp; got out of the<br>way. As he turned off he heard a groan<br>&amp; a man fall heavily, so he made the<br>best of his way home thankful to have<br>escaped the brutality of the scoundrel in<br>wait for him.</div>
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-163-ms13518"></a><br>on one side the stage &amp; burlesque<br>on the other.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.148"></a>Friday Dec 29th</h2>We sold the lower part of our<br>Stockyard a day or two ago to a<br>Timber Merchant and today a heavy<br>fall of rain, the first since the winter,<br>has laid it a foot under water.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.149"></a>Saturday Dec 30th</h2>Saw Mr &amp; Mrs Waller in the Lady of<br>Lyons -Mrs Hammer was announced<br>but a quarrel with Freith the owner<br>of the Theatre prevented her appearing.</div>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-164-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.151"></a>Monday Jan 1st 1855</h2>Another New Years day finds us<br>in a position but little more promising<br>than it was last year -Our late<br>losses we attribute to the consummate<br>roguery of Harrington -&amp; past experiences<br>will teach us to avoid a repetition this<br>year. The scoundrel is now beginning<br>to smart under the punishment of his<br>swindling tricks -I do not think he has<br>a single friend.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.152"></a>Tuesday Jan 2nd</h2>We have the whole of the Printing<br>from the Theatre, &amp; as is policy for me<br>to show myself there occasionally.<br>Tonight Ingomar was performed<br>I had never seen it before, neither have<br>I much opportunity of judging of the merits<br>of it tonight for with the exception of<br>the two principal characters taken<br>by Waller &amp; his wife, the performance was
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-165-ms13518"></a><br>disgraceful -One scene however between<br>Ingomar &amp; Imogene -where the haughty<br>savage was subdued to soft submis-<br>sive love by the eloquence &amp; beauty of the fair<br>captive was worth all the rest.</div>
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				<![CDATA[<a name="sl0001-167-ms13518"></a><div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.157"></a>Sunday Jan 14th</h2>Have been too busily engaged<br>during the last few days to make<br>daily entries in my journal -I must<br>therefore work a few of the prin-<br>cipal incidents from memory.<br>About the most important was<br>a notice issued from<br>the Camp, that the detestable diggers<br>hunt would be resumed again on<br>Thursday -The reckless measure was<br>as a matter of course productive of<br>the greatest discontent and irritation.<br>A monster mutiny was held on Bakery<br>Hill &amp; a universal determination expressed<br>to take out no more lives.  Thursday<br>came &amp; many anxious fears were entertained<br>about the course the Authorities meant<br>to pursue -Happily however the<br>good sense of the New Commissioner prevailed<br>&amp; no steps were taken further than what<br>what was barely necessary to obey orders
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-168-ms13518"></a><br>from headquarters. The trifling show<br>that was made in carrying out their<br>tyrannical instructions proved that<br>the whole proceeding was hlghly<br>repugnant to their feelings, and<br>secured for them the approbation of<br>a large portion of the digging com-<br>munity. Shortly after the peaceable<br>determination of this insane act, reports<br>appeared in the papers that Sir Charles<br>Hotham was determined to hang<br>the poor unfortunate fellows in his power<br>who were found guilty. If such a hor-<br>rible scheme is carried into effect there<br>will be such a universal rising up for<br>vengence that Sir Charles Hotham<br>&amp; his satellites with all their military<br>force will not stand against -The<br>people of Melbourne &amp; Geelong, the diggers<br>and the Press are all united in one cry for<br>a general amnesty, &amp; it will be well<br>for the government if they reflect before<br>they turn a deaf ear the public voice.
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-169-ms13518"></a><br>The deaths resulting from their<br>horrible massacre at Eureka have<br>been ascertained to be about fifty.<br>Surely such a wholesale butchery<br>should be enough to satisfy the<br>taste for vengeance of any<br>government however malignant.<br>If the Government had been<br>wholly free from blame in the first<br>instance, the affair would have been<br>slightly different, but when it is known<br>that the sole cause of the<br>outbreak was a foul &amp; insulting<br>wrong offered by the Authorities to<br>the whole community, the lamen-<br>table result shows blackly against<br>the authors of it. It is to be hoped<br>that the report is without founda-<br>tion. The frank liberal speeches of<br>Sir Charles Hotham on his first appearance<br>In the colony gained for him the good<br>will of the people, but his late<br>acts so strangely at variance with his pro-
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-170-ms13518"></a><br>fession have caused<br>men to doubt his sincerity.<br>Dr Lang, father of the young man<br>who was sentenced to the road for<br>defrauding the Bank of New South<br>Wales, has made an appeal to the<br>people through the papers on behalf of<br>his unfortunate son. There seems<br>something cruelly unjust throughout<br>the whole affair. It was unfair and<br>heartless to place a mere boy in a posi-<br>tion of such responsibility &amp; then punish<br>him with such relentless severity<br>when the deficiency was discovered. It<br>is almost beyond a moral doubt that<br>he has been the victim of a designing<br>villain &amp; some mercy should have been<br>extended to him, but instead of that<br>the Judge himself even, forgetting the dig-<br>nity of his positlon threw the weight of<br>his influence against him.<br>Another victim of the late melancholy<br>affray died in the early part of
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-171-ms13518"></a><br>the week. It was the storekeeper<br>who was shot on the night of the<br>indiscriminate firing among the tents.<br>His thigh had been amputated but the<br>agonizing operation was in vain and he<br>died from mortification after great suf-<br>ferlng.<br>George Morgan heard from home.</div>
<div class="entry"><br><h2><a name="body.1_div.158"></a>Sunday Jan 21st</h2>The overland mail has arrived bringing<br>important news of the war. From the<br>latest accounts it appears that Sevastopol<br>is in a state of vigorous siege and<br>no doubt the next mail will<br>bring news of the overthrow of one<br>of the stronghold of the Russian despot.<br>It is gratifying to find that the<br>bitter animosity which is daily increasing<br>against the Governor &amp; his satellites<br>instead of lessening the loyal attachment<br>of the people of Victoria to the Queen
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-172-ms13518"></a><br>has served rather to develop it. At<br>a meeting held in Melbourne attended<br>by about 5000 people it was distinctly<br>stated amid universal shouts of applause<br>that the loyal devotion of the colonists<br>to our good Queen was as firm &amp; steadfast<br>as it ever was, but towards our faith-<br>less Governor the general feeling &amp; expression<br>is "send him home". At the close<br>of the meeting a deafening cheer for the<br>Queen rose up heartily from the throng<br>followed by three prolonged and<br>as hearty groans for Sir Charles<br>Hotham.<br>It has been the general impression<br>that no jury could be found in Melbourne<br>who would not lend their aid in<br>thwarting the tyrannical designs of the<br>Governor &amp; a late trial of some men for a<br>so called political offence committed a short time before<br>the Eureka affairs seems to support the<br>idea. The whole of them were acquitted<br>after ten minutes deliberation. This should
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-173-ms13518"></a><br>be a significant hint to Sir Charles Hotham.<br>The Eureka promises were placed at<br>the bar, and remanded for the day in<br>account of some informality in the<br>prosecution.<br>Dr Land was arrested early in the<br>week for writing a letter<br>in one of the papers calculated to bring<br>the law into contempt. He has been<br>released on bail &amp; is now delivering lec-<br>tures to crowded audiences on the present<br>condition of the Colony.<br>A man made an awkward mistake<br>the other night in the tent next to<br>Hendersons. He and his wife were<br>asleep in their tent when he was awoken<br>up by a noise &amp; saw a man creeping<br>under the canvas -He remained quietly watching<br>the rascal but his wife who was awake also<br>seeing him approach the bed was so terrified<br>that she could not suppress a cry of<br>alarm &amp; the scoundrel found himself<br>discovered, tried to make his escape.
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-174-ms13518"></a><br>The owner of the tent however was too<br>quick for him and secured him, but<br>on his begging hard for mercy he let<br>him off with a caution. The next<br>night the wife was out of bed looking<br>for matches or something of the sort, when<br>the husband suddenly awoke &amp; seeing<br>an object moving about in the uncertain<br>light took It for granted that it was<br>his late midnlght visitant &amp; springing<br>up In a rage dealt his unfortunate wife<br>a shower of tremendous blows on the head.<br>The poor woman screamed &amp; fell down<br>insensible. The poor fellow when he<br>discovered his unfortunate mistake was<br>half frantic.<br>The Police Inspectors have been actively<br>engaged in ferreting out disorderly<br>grog tents during the week. In one case<br>we have confessed a material benefit<br>on the community by breaking up a<br>den of infamy -A convenient resort for<br>characters of the worst description sit
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-175-ms13518"></a><br>rated a short distance from our store.<br>It is hoped they will not relax<br>their praiseworthy efforts until a large<br>portion of the hoards of villains who<br>infest Ballarat are scented out.<br>Places of amusement are growing as<br>plentiful as in Melbourne, but the ma-<br>jority of them are still of a very low<br>character. A vulgar song seems to be<br>more appreciated than a classic per-<br>formance. This was exemplified<br>last Thursday night, when a concert<br>given by two of the most talented instru-<br>mental performers in the Colony was<br>attended by an audience of about 30 peo-<br>ple, while the Doctor Johnson, a place<br>where low songs badly sung make up<br>the intellectual bill of fare, was crowded<br>to excess. I think however it is to be<br>accounted for by the fact of there having<br>been no opportunity untill very lately<br>for a man to gratify a higher taste.<br>There are many men of refinement on
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				<![CDATA[<div class="entry"><a name="sl0001-176-ms13518"></a><br>the diggings &amp; I feel convinced that<br>a better &amp; more intellectual kind of<br>amusement well conducted, than we<br>have at present would be supported.</div>]]>
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