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Railway workmen up here console themselves for their miserable portion by giving their residences high-sounding titles.
Somewhere up from Hawker, a row of tents occupy the site of an old camp. A square tent standing at the top corner of the row is dubbed "No. 1, Transcontinental Terrace." A round one further along, "Euchre-ville." Here as everywhere is also a "Belle Vue House;" and likewise "The Shamrock"—in memoriam doubtless.
One with the name large-written over the entrance in painfully sprawling capitals is "Marine View Cottage!" A strapping workman was at the door.
"Which way lies the marine scenery, mister?"
"Eh?" he questioned in return, not comprehending for a moment.
I pointed to the sign and repeated the question.
"Where's the marine scenery, is it!"
"If you please."