CHAPTER XXIX.
When people do not respect us we are sharply offended; yet deep down in his private heart no man much respects himself.
-- Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar.
Necessarily, the human interest is the first interest in the log-book of any country.

The annals of Tasmania, in whose shadow we were sailing, are lurid with that feature.

Tasmania was a convict-dump, in old times; this has been indicated in the account of the Conciliator, where reference is made to vain attempts of desperate convicts to win to permanent freedom, after escaping from Macquarrie Harbor and the "Gates of Hell." In the early days Tasmania had a great population of convicts, of both sexes and all ages, and a bitter hard life they had.

In one spot there was a settlement of juvenile convicts--children--who had been sent thither from their home and their friends on the other side of the globe to expiate their "crimes." In due course our ship entered the estuary called the Derwent, at whose head stands Hobart, the capital of Tasmania.

The Derwent's shores furnish scenery of an interesting sort.