Launceston, Tasmania Between Melbourne and Tasmania lies the Bass Strait, and across this, directly between King and Flinders islands, we sailed to Devonport where our ship docked early one Tuesday morning. Having retrieved our baggage, we headed to the coach for Launceston, and observed eagerly our new surroundings. The state of Tasmania is certainly a natural state, and we loooked forward to exploring our city for the day: Launceston. Arriving at 11am, we made our way to Lindsay Street, over the Esk river to our hostel for the night. Mr Wattle, being of an introspective nature, and perhaps wishing to occupy the evening with the study of the islands ornithology, took a private room, while Messrs. Jones, Wilkins and I agreed upon a three bed, and arranged ourselves comfortably having settled the bill for the
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