From Tasmania Home—A Report

On the way to Tasmania one crosses both the international date line and the equator, and everything changes. Suddenly tomorrow becomes today; and what was supposed to be today is yesterday. The sun rises early rides through the north and sets late, while the south sides of buildings and trees stay in the shade. The nights are short but dark; and the stars shine unusually bright. Drivers get into the passenger's side of cars; and passengers sit where drivers ought. The right side of the road is...