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    Chapter 18

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    It is easier to stay out than get out.
    --Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar.

    The train was now exploring a beautiful hill country, and went twisting
    in and out through lovely little green valleys. There were several
    varieties of gum trees; among them many giants. Some of them were bodied
    and barked like the sycamore; some were of fantastic aspect, and reminded
    one of the quaint apple trees in Japanese pictures. And there was one
    peculiarly beautiful tree whose name and breed I did not know. The
    foliage seemed to consist of big bunches of pine-spines, the lower half
    of each bunch a rich brown or old-gold color, the upper half a most vivid
    and strenuous and shouting green. The effect was altogether bewitching.
    The tree was apparently rare. I should say that the first and last
    samples of it seen by us were not more than half an hour apart. There
    was another tree of striking aspect, a kind of pine, we were told. Its
    foliage was as fine as hair, apparently, and its mass sphered itself
    above the naked straight stem like an explosion of misty smoke. It was
    not a sociable sort; it did not gather in groups or couples, but each
    individual stood far away from its nearest neighbor. It scattered itself
    in this spacious and exclusive fashion about the slopes of swelling
    grassy great knolls, and stood in the full flood of the wonderful
    sunshine; and as far as you could see the tree itself you could also see
    the ink-black blot of its shadow on the shining green carpet at its feet.

    On some part of this railway journey we saw gorse and broom--importations
    from England--and a gentleman who came into our compartment on a visit
    tried to tell me which--was which; but as he didn't know, he had
    difficulty. He said he was ashamed of his ignorance, but that he had
    never been confronted with the question before during the fifty years and
    more that he had spent in Australia, and so he had never happened to get
    interested in the matter. But there was no need to be ashamed. The most
    of us have his defect. We take a natural interest in novelties, but it
    is against nature to take an interest in familiar things. The gorse and
    the broom were a fine accent in the landscape. Here and there they burst
    out in sudden conflagrations of vivid yellow against a background of
    sober or sombre color, with a so startling effect as to make a body catch
    his breath with the happy surprise of it. And then there was the wattle,
    a native bush or tree, an inspiring cloud of sumptuous yellow bloom. It
    is a favorite with the Australians, and has a fine fragrance, a quality
    usually wanting in Australian blossoms.

    The gentleman who enriched me with the poverty of his formation about the
    gorse and the broom told me that he came out from England a youth of
    twenty and entered the Province of South Australia with thirty-six
    shillings in his pocket--an adventurer without trade, profession, or
    friends, but with a clearly-defined purpose in his head: he would stay
    until he was worth L200, then go back home. He would allow himself five
    years for the accumulation of this fortune.

    "That was more than fifty years ago," said he. "And here I am, yet."

    As he went out at the door he met a friend, and turned and introduced him
    to me, and the friend and I had a talk and a smoke. I spoke of the
    previous conversation and said there something very pathetic about this
    half century of exile, and that I wished the L200 scheme had succeeded.

    "With him? Oh, it did. It's not so sad a case. He is modest, and he
    left out some of the particulars. The lad reached South Australia just
    in time to help discover the Burra-Burra copper mines. They turned out
    L700,000 in the first three years. Up to now they have yielded
    L120,000,000. He has had his share. Before that boy had been in the
    country two years he could have gone home and bought a village; he could
    go now and buy a city, I think. No, there is nothing very pathetic about
    his case. He and his copper arrived at just a handy time to save South
    Australia. It had got mashed pretty flat under the collapse of a land
    boom a while before." There it is again; picturesque history
    --Australia's specialty. In 1829 South Australia hadn't a white man in it.
    In 1836 the British Parliament erected it--still a solitude--into a
    Province, and gave it a governor and other governmental machinery.
    Speculators took hold, now, and inaugurated a vast land scheme, and
    invited immigration, encouraging it with lurid promises of sudden wealth.
    It was well worked in London; and bishops, statesmen, and all ports of
    people made a rush for the land company's shares. Immigrants soon began
    to pour into the region of Adelaide and select town lots and farms in the
    sand and the mangrove swamps by the sea. The crowds continued to come,
    prices of land rose high, then higher and still higher, everybody was
    prosperous and happy, the boom swelled into gigantic proportions. A
    village of sheet iron huts and clapboard sheds sprang up in the sand, and
    in these wigwams fashion made display; richly-dressed ladies played on
    costly pianos, London swells in evening dress and patent-leather boots
    were abundant, and this fine society drank champagne, and in other ways
    conducted itself in this capital of humble sheds as it had been
    accustomed to do in the aristocratic quarters of the metropolis of the
    world. The provincial government put up expensive buildings for its own
    use, and a palace with gardens for the use of its governor. The governor
    had a guard, and maintained a court. Roads, wharves, and hospitals were
    built. All this on credit, on paper, on wind, on inflated and fictitious
    values--on the boom's moonshine, in fact. This went on handsomely during
    four or five years. Then of a sudden came a smash. Bills for a huge
    amount drawn the governor upon the Treasury were dishonored, the land
    company's credit went up in smoke, a panic followed, values fell with a
    rush, the frightened immigrants seized their grips and fled to other
    lands, leaving behind them a good imitation of a solitude, where lately
    had been a buzzing and populous hive of men.

    Adelaide was indeed almost empty; its population had fallen to 3,000.
    During two years or more the death-trance continued. Prospect of revival
    there was none; hope of it ceased. Then, as suddenly as the paralysis
    had come, came the resurrection from it. Those astonishingly rich copper
    mines were discovered, and the corpse got up and danced.

    The wool production began to grow; grain-raising followed--followed so
    vigorously, too, that four or five years after the copper discovery, this
    little colony, which had had to import its breadstuffs formerly, and pay
    hard prices for them--once $50 a barrel for flour--had become an exporter
    of grain.

    The prosperities continued. After many years Providence, desiring to
    show especial regard for New South Wales and exhibit loving interest in
    its welfare which should certify to all nations the recognition of that
    colony's conspicuous righteousness and distinguished well-deserving,
    conferred upon it that treasury of inconceivable riches, Broken Hill; and
    South Australia went over the border and took it, giving thanks.

    Among our passengers was an American with a unique vocation. Unique is a
    strong word, but I use it justifiably if I did not misconceive what the
    American told me; for I understood him to say that in the world there was
    not another man engaged in the business which he was following. He was
    buying the kangaroo-skin crop; buying all of it, both the Australian crop
    and the Tasmanian; and buying it for an American house in New York. The
    prices were not high, as there was no competition, but the year's
    aggregate of skins would cost him L30,000. I had had the idea that the
    kangaroo was about extinct in Tasmania and well thinned out on the
    continent. In America the skins are tanned and made into shoes. After
    the tanning, the leather takes a new name--which I have forgotten--I only
    remember that the new name does not indicate that the kangaroo furnishes
    the leather. There was a German competition for a while, some years ago,
    but that has ceased. The Germans failed to arrive at the secret of
    tanning the skins successfully, and they withdrew from the business. Now
    then, I suppose that I have seen a man whose occupation is really
    entitled to bear that high epithet--unique. And I suppose that there is
    not another occupation in the world that is restricted to the hands of a
    sole person. I can think of no instance of it. There is more than one
    Pope, there is more than one Emperor, there is even more than one living
    god, walking upon the earth and worshiped in all sincerity by large
    populations of men. I have seen and talked with two of these Beings
    myself in India, and I have the autograph of one of them. It can come
    good, by and by, I reckon, if I attach it to a "permit."

    Approaching Adelaide we dismounted from the train, as the French say, and
    were driven in an open carriage over the hills and along their slopes to
    the city. It was an excursion of an hour or two, and the charm of it
    could not be overstated, I think. The road wound around gaps and gorges,
    and offered all varieties of scenery and prospect--mountains, crags,
    country homes, gardens, forests--color, color, color everywhere, and the
    air fine and fresh, the skies blue, and not a shred of cloud to mar the
    downpour of the brilliant sunshine. And finally the mountain gateway
    opened, and the immense plain lay spread out below and stretching away
    into dim distances on every hand, soft and delicate and dainty and
    beautiful. On its near edge reposed the city.

    We descended and entered. There was nothing to remind one of the humble
    capital, of buts and sheds of the long-vanished day of the land-boom.
    No, this was a modern city, with wide streets, compactly built; with fine
    homes everywhere, embowered in foliage and flowers, and with imposing
    masses of public buildings nobly grouped and architecturally beautiful.

    There was prosperity, in the air; for another boom was on. Providence,
    desiring to show especial regard for the neighboring colony on the west
    called Western Australia--and exhibit a loving interest in its welfare
    which should certify to all nations the recognition of that colony's
    conspicuous righteousness and distinguished well-deserving, had recently
    conferred upon it that majestic treasury of golden riches, Coolgardie;
    and now South Australia had gone around the corner and taken it, giving
    thanks. Everything comes to him who is patient and good, and waits.

    But South Australia deserves much, for apparently she is a hospitable
    home for every alien who chooses to come; and for his religion, too.
    She has a population, as per the latest census, of only 320,000-odd, and
    yet her varieties of religion indicate the presence within her borders of
    samples of people from pretty nearly every part of the globe you can
    think of. Tabulated, these varieties of religion make a remarkable show.
    One would have to go far to find its match. I copy here this
    cosmopolitan curiosity, and it comes from the published census:

    Church of England,........... 89,271
    Roman Catholic,.............. 47,179
    Wesleyan,.................... 49,159
    Lutheran,.................... 23,328
    Presbyterian,................ 18,206
    Congregationalist,........... 11,882
    Bible Christian,............. 15,762
    Primitive Methodist,......... 11,654
    Baptist,..................... 17,547
    Christian Brethren,.......... 465
    Methodist New Connexion,..... 39
    Unitarian,................... 688
    Church of Christ,............ 3,367
    Society of Friends,.......... 100
    Salvation Army,.............. 4,356
    New Jerusalem Church,........ 168
    Jews,........................ 840
    Protestants (undefined),..... 6,532
    Mohammedans,................. 299
    Confucians, etc.,............ 3,884
    Other religions,............. 1,719
    Object,...................... 6,940
    Not stated,.................. 8,046


    The item in the above list "Other religions" includes the following as

    Believers in Christ,
    Christ's Chapel,
    Christian Israelites,
    Christian Socialists,
    Church of God,
    Exclusive Brethren,
    Free Church,
    Free Methodists,
    Followers of Christ,
    Gospel Meetings,
    Greek Church,
    Others (indefinite),
    Plymouth Brethren,
    Seventh-day Adventists,
    Town (City) Mission,
    Welsh Church,

    About 64 roads to the other world. You see how healthy the religious
    atmosphere is. Anything can live in it. Agnostics, Atheists,
    Freethinkers, Infidels, Mormons, Pagans, Indefinites they are all there.
    And all the big sects of the world can do more than merely live in it:
    they can spread, flourish, prosper. All except the Spiritualists and the
    Theosophists. That is the most curious feature of this curious table.
    What is the matter with the specter? Why do they puff him away? He is a
    welcome toy everywhere else in the world.
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