CHAPTER LXX.
The voyage is over. At the seaport at which we landed I found a letter
from Faber. My instructions had reached him in time to effect the
purchase on which his descriptions had fixed my desire. The stock, the
implements of husbandry, the furniture of the house, were included in the
purchase. All was prepared for my arrival, and I hastened from the then
miserable village, which may some day rise into one of the mightiest
capitals of the world, to my lodge in the wilderness.
It was the burst of the Australian spring, which commences in our autumn
month of October. The air was loaded with the perfume of the acacias.
Amidst the glades of the open forest land, or climbing the craggy banks
of winding silvery creeks,[1] creepers and flowers of dazzling hue
contrasted the olive-green of the surrounding foliage. The exhilarating
effect of the climate in that season heightens the charm of the strange
scenery. In the brilliancy of the sky, in the lightness of the
atmosphere, the sense of life is wondrously quickened. With the very
breath the Adventurer draws in from the racy air, he feels as if
inhaling hope.
We have reached our home, we are settled in it; the early unfamiliar
impressions are worn away. We have learned to dispense with much that we
at first missed, and are reconciled to much that at first disappointed or
displeased.
The house is built but of logs; the late proprietor had commenced, upon a
rising ground, a mile distant, a more imposing edifice of stone, but it is
not half finished.
This log-house is commodious, and much has been done, within and without,
to conceal or adorn its primitive rudeness. It is of irregular,
picturesque form, with verandas round three sides of it, to which the
grape-vine has been trained, with glossy leaves that clamber up to the
gable roof. There is a large garden in front, in which many English
fruit-trees have been set, and grow fast amongst the plants of the tropics
and the orange-trees of Southern Europe. Beyond stretch undulous
pastures, studded not only with sheep, but with herds of cattle, which my
speculative predecessor had bred from parents of famous stock, and
imported from England at mighty cost; but as yet the herds had been of
little profit, and they range their luxuriant expanse of pasture with as
little heed. To the left soar up, in long range, the many-coloured hills;
to the right meanders a creek, belted by feathery trees; and on its
opposite bank a forest opens, through frequent breaks, into park-like
glades and alleys. The territory, of which I so suddenly find myself the
lord, is vast, even for a colonial capitalist.
It had been originally purchased as "a special survey," comprising twenty
thousand acres, with the privilege of pasture over forty thousand more.
In very little of this land, though it includes some of the most fertile
districts in the known world, has cultivation been even commenced. At the
time I entered into possession, even sheep were barely profitable; labour
was scarce and costly. Regarded as a speculation, I could not wonder that
my predecessor fled in fear from his domain. Had I invested the bulk of
my capital in this lordly purchase, I should have deemed myself a ruined
man; but a villa near London, with a hundred acres, would have cost me as
much to buy, and thrice as much to keep up. I could afford the investment
I had made. I found a Scotch bailiff already on the estate, and I was
contented to escape from rural occupations, to which I brought no
experience, by making it worth his while to serve me with zeal. Two
domestics of my own, and two who had been for many years with Mrs.
Ashleigh, had accompanied us: they remained faithful and seemed contented.
So the clockwork of our mere household arrangements went on much the same
as in our native home. Lilian was not subjected to the ordinary
privations and discomforts that await the wife even of the wealthy
emigrant. Alas! would she have heeded them if she had been?
The change of scene wrought a decided change for the better in her health
and spirits, but not such as implied a dawn of reviving reason. But her
countenance was now more rarely overcast. Its usual aspect was glad with
a soft mysterious smile. She would murmur snatches of songs, that were
partly borrowed from English poets, and partly glided away into what
seemed spontaneous additions of her own,--wanting intelligible meaning,
but never melody nor rhyme. Strange, that memory and imitation--the two
earliest parents of all inventive knowledge--should still be so active,
and judgment--the after faculty, that combines the rest into purpose and
method-be annulled!
Julius Faber I see continually, though his residence is a few miles
distant. He is sanguine as to Lilian's ultimate recovery; and, to my
amazement and to my envy, he has contrived, by some art which I cannot
attain, to establish between her and himself intelligible communion. She
comprehends his questions, when mine, though the simplest, seem to her in
unknown language; and he construes into sense her words, that to me are
meaningless riddles.
"I was right," he said to me one day, leaving her seated in the garden
beside her quiet, patient mother, and joining me where I lay--listless yet
fretful--under the shadeless gum-trees, gazing not on the flocks and
fields that I could call my own, but on the far mountain range, from which
the arch of the horizon seemed to spring,--"I was right," said the great
physician; "this is reason suspended, not reason lost. Your wife will
recover; but--"
"But what?"
"Give me your arm as I walk homeward, and I will tell you the conclusion
to which I have come."
I rose, the old man leaned on me, and we went down the valley along the
craggy ridges of the winding creek. The woodland on the opposite bank was
vocal with the chirp and croak and chatter of Australian birds,--all
mirthful, all songless, save that sweetest of warblers, which some early
irreverent emigrant degraded to the name of magpie, but whose note is
sweeter than the nightingale's, and trills through the lucent air with a
distinct ecstatic melody of joy that dominates all the discords, so
ravishing the sense, that, while it sings, the ear scarcely heeds the
scream of the parrots.
[1] Creek is the name given by Australian colonists to precarious water
Courses and tributary streams.
