MOUNT BENGER.

Evening Star, Issue 3711, 14 January 1875, Page 3

MOUNT BENGER.

[From our own Correspondent.) January 9. I do not know whether it is a result of the Public Works policy or not, but certainly we are a more quiet and contented people than usual. Nobody bellows for land, and the bloated squatter is only abused in a perfunctory style, rather as a matter of duty than with the perfervid energy of former days. The wicked have ceased from troubling, and the weary quill of yours truly has therefore reposed for a time. To assert its vitality, and for that purpose alone I now proceed to soil these virgin sheets One is supposed to be exuberantly jolly at this fes tive season, I cae’t see it myself. I like my drinks anmixed, and don’t admire the performances of a kerosene-tin band, detest plum duff, and abominane retrospeotion ; so I don’t wish you all the compliments, &c., seeing the disagreeable concomitants. Of course, we had the races, got up by a “Jockey Club,” (!) consisting of nine publicans and a lew of their patrons. The open races were monopolised by Mr M‘Kellar, the only squatter within a radius of forty tniies who patronises the noble sport, and the contests between the local scrubbers were not of sufficient interest to occupy a line of your space. The sport w.«s emphatically mean, and the delays between the races, however beneficial to the booths, were decidedly disgusting to the outside public. Cro ? slock well, and a large acreage should be ready for the sickle in the course of a fortnight, 'hearers are scarce, and in demand. Mining is a dead letter.