When within about two miles of Ardrossan we had a narrow escape which it would be well to relate if only to serve as a caution to future travellers, not only bound as we were from Kadina to Ardrossan, but journeying anywhere in a waterless country where underground tanks exist in the most unexpected places. Up to this point everything had gone well, and we had been spinning rapidly along. Having come from an Inspector of lights upon Vehicles District, and not being sure but that a similar official was quartered in the rising watering place, we deemed it advisable to append our illuminators, the result of which being that we were no longer able to define the track . After various "It's there," and " No, its here's" by the guides of our party, the " Its here's carried the day, and we whipped up along a narrow shallow drain which we were not aware led to an empty underground tank only a few yards from the road: Suddenly the off wheels of the buggy were considerably off their perpendicular, the off horse tripped and was only saved from falling by the skilful management of our Jehu. The bumping of wheels, a quick swerve to the left a sudden stop, and the dead silence showed that all peril had been passed. A brief examination told of a narrow escape, but it was not until the following day on our return trip, that we found out how narrow it had been. The tank itself was about twelve feet deep, covered with long mallee sticks as thick as ones arm. In the centre was a hole large enough to admit a man. We had run up the earth thrown out on one side and the wheels had passed over the mallee, the mark caused by the horse tripping on the wood was distinctly visible. But for the sudden swerve, to the left, females, males, buggy, horses, next days luncheon, &c., would have been at the bottom of the tank. Our first notion was that the region was uninhabited: but after exploring we discovered a hut in the distance surrounded by scrub. When you are out on a dark night, and can just distinguish your track, don't dazzle yourself, and what is of more importance, your horses by lighting your buggy lamps, time enough, when you get upon a regular road. Ardrossan will at all times be worth the journey from any of the Peninsula townships, there are two hotels, one containing 19 rooms and rating second to none out of Adelaide ; the view from the balcony being very fine. The other is a less imposing building, but capable of accommodating any one satisfactorily for three weeks or a month. The drives in the neighbourhood are many, viz- to Tiddy Widdy, Point Point, Black Point, Maitland, &c., &c., but the grand cliffs will always be the chief attraction for Ardrossan, they rise in some places to near a hundred feet height, and always afford shelter from the burning summer sun, after one o'clock in the day. At the foot of the cliffs runs a long stretch of sandy beach offering great temptation to a conchologist, but the idler has occasionally to beware for at some points the sea dashes against the foot of the cliffs and woe be to the unfortunate party overtaken by the tide. After spending our time until 11 o'clock we returned to our hotel and started upon the return trip reaching Kadina at 9 pm.