The Gold Hunters' Adventures - Or, Life in Australia by William H. Thomes
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Bay, and at one time actually threatened to become a place of
considerable importance; but the water for domestic use was too bad to be tolerated, and most of those who had settled there were glad to retrace their steps to Melbourne, where a better sort of article exists. "How are the mines? Do they still hold out?" I inquired of one of the crew of the custom house boat, who was leaning against the rail in a languid manner, as though he had been overworked for the past six months. "Yes, I s'pose so," he answered; and he spoke as though each word cost him an immense amount of labor. "Then, Fred, we are in luck," I cried, turning to my partner who stood near at hand. "Intend going to the mines?" the man asked, with a sudden show of interest. "Such is our intention," I replied. "'Mericans, I suppose," he inquired. "Yes." "Then don't go if you want to keep the number of your mess," the boatman said. "Why not?" Fred ventured to inquire. |
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