



Produced by Col. Choat.  HTML version by Al Haines.









A Lady's Visit to the Gold Diggings of Australia in 1852-53


by

Mrs Charles (Ellen) Clacy





CONTENTS


  Chapter  I.      INTRODUCTORY REMARKS
  Chapter  II.     THE VOYAGE OUT
  Chapter  III.    STAY IN MELBOURNE
  Chapter  IV.     CAMPING UP--MELBOURNE TO THE BLACK FOREST
  Chapter  V.      CAMPING UP--BLACK FOREST TO EAGLE HAWK GULLY
  Chapter  VI.     THE DIGGINGS
  Chapter  VII.    EAGLE HAWK GULLY
  Chapter  VIII.   AN ADVENTURE
  Chapter  IX.     HARRIETTE WALTERS
  Chapter  X.      IRONBARK GULLY
  Chapter  XI.     FOREST CREEK
  Chapter  XII.    RETURN TO MELBOURNE
  Chapter  XIII.   BALLARAT
  Chapter  XIV.    NEW SOUTH WALES
  Chapter  XV.     SOUTH AUSTRALIA
  Chapter  XVI.    MELBOURNE AGAIN
  Chapter  XVII.   HOMEWARD BOUND
  Chapter  XVIII.  CONCLUSION
  APPENDIX.        WHO SHOULD EMIGRATE?





Chapter I.

INTRODUCTORY REMARKS


It may be deemed presumptuous that one of my age and sex should venture
to give to the public an account of personal adventures in a land which
has so often been descanted upon by other and abler pens; but when I
reflect on the many mothers, wives, and sisters in England, whose
hearts are ever longing for information respecting the dangers and
privations to which their relatives at the antipodes are exposed,
I cannot but hope that the presumption of my undertaking may be
pardoned in consideration of the pleasure which an accurate description
of some of the Australian Gold Fields may perhaps afford to many; and
although the time of my residence in the colonies was short, I had the
advantage (not only in Melbourne, but whilst in the bush) of constant
intercourse with many experienced diggers and old colonists--thus
having every facility for acquiring information respecting Victoria and
the other colonies.

It was in the beginning of April, 185-, that the excitement
occasioned by the published accounts of the Victoria "Diggings,"
induced my brother to fling aside his Homer and Euclid for the various
"Guides" printed for the benefit of the intending gold-seeker, or to
ponder over the shipping columns of the daily papers. The love of
adventure must be contagious, for three weeks after (so rapid were our
preparations) found myself accompanying him to those auriferous
regions. The following pages will give an accurate detail of my
adventures there--in a lack of the marvellous will consist their
principal faults but not even to please would I venture to turn
uninteresting truth into agreeable fiction. Of the few statistics which
occur, I may safely say, as of the more personal portions, that they
are strictly true.




Chapter II.

THE VOYAGE OUT


Everything was ready--boxes packed, tinned, and corded; farewells
taken, and ourselves whirling down by rail to Gravesend--too much
excited--too full of the future to experience that sickening of the
heart, that desolation of the feelings, which usually accompanies an
expatriation, however voluntary, from the dearly loved shores of one's
native land. Although in the cloudy month of April, the sun shone
brightly on the masts of our bonny bark, which lay in full sight of the
windows of the "Old Falcon," where we had taken up our temporary
quarters. The sea was very rough, but as we were anxious to get
on board without farther delay, we entrusted our valuable lives in a
four-oared boat, despite the dismal prognostications of our worthy
host. A pleasant row that was, at one moment covered over with
salt-water--the next riding on the top of a wave, ten times the size
of our frail conveyance--then came a sudden concussion--in veering
our rudder smashed into a smaller boat, which immediately filled and
sank, and our rowers disheartened at this mishap would go no farther.
The return was still rougher--my face smarted dreadfully from the
cutting splashes of the salt-water; they contrived, however, to land us
safely at the "Old Falcon," though in a most pitiable plight; charging
only a sovereign for this delightful trip--very moderate, considering
the number of salt-water baths they had given us gratis. In the evening
a second trial proved more successful, and we reached our vessel
safely.

A first night on board ship has in it something very strange, and the
first awakening in the morning is still more so. To find oneself in a
space