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From some of the hills on the Hughenden run, one gets a magnificent view of the open, almost treeless downs, perfect panorama which resembles looking across a vast expanse of ocean, and especially charming at first sight in this ocean of plains. The wayfarer may travel far and wide throughout the West, but such an expansive and glorious view he will no meet with, once seen, never forgotten.
Hughenden Station was then owned, and still is, by Mr. Robert Gray. (Mr. Gray sold only a few months ago--Ed.) He is the oldest station owner on the Gulf waters. The same station all the time for nearly half a century, so he has seen many vicissitudes during that long period of squatting life--His "smiles of fortune and the frowns of fate." At the time we passed the station (the first place we saw after leaving Mount McConnell), it was only stocked with a small herd of cattle, but soon after Mr. Gray introduced sheep, and the country was an ideal sheep run, only the dingo and the eagle hawk pest always caused a decrease owing to its proximity to the range country and the basalt tablelands. It was in the month of June we struck the Flinders and the grass very dry, and water, even in the river, very scarce.