Now it is divided among many Ministers, each of whom
carries his share with much patience, while our Governor's days in
the "Sunny South" are "days of pleasantness, and all his paths are
peace."
No gentleman could accept hospitality like that suggested by "a
brother squatter," and Mr. Latrobe sought refuge at the Port Albert
Hotel, Glengarry's imported house. Messrs. Tyers, Raymond, McMillan,
Macalister, and Reeve were pitching quoits at the rear of the
building under the lee of the ti-tree scrub. Davy, the pilot, was
standing near on duty, looking for shipping with one eye and at the
game with the other. The gentlemen paused to watch the approaching
horsemen. Mr. Latrobe had the royal gift of remembering faces once
seen; and he soon recognised all those present, even the pilot whom
he had seen when he first arrived in Melbourne. He shook hands with
everyone, and enquired of Davy how he was getting on with the
piloting. He said: "Now gentlemen, go on with your game. I like
quoits myself and I should be sorry to interrupt you." Then he went
into the hotel and stayed there until morning. He no doubt obtained
some information from Mr. Tyers and his friends, but he went no
further into the country. Next morning he started with his two
troopers on his return to Melbourne, and the other gentlemen mounted
their horses to accompany him; but the "worthy superintendent" rode
so fast that he left everyone behind and was soon out of sight, so
his intended escort returned to port.
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