shore he gave the super the father of a hiding. The super was a big
chap, about six-foot-three, and had knocked out Paddy Somebody in one
round. He worked with a man who shore four hundred sheep in nine
hours.

Here a quiet-looking bushman in a corner of the carriage grew
restless, and presently he opened his mouth and took the liar down in
about three minutes.

At 5.30 we saw a long line of camels moving out across the sunset.
There's something snaky about camels. They remind me of turtles and
goannas.

Somebody said, "Here's Bourke."




HE'D COME BACK


The yarn was all lies, I suppose; but it wasn't bad. A city bushman
told it, of course, and he told it in the travellers' hut.

"As true's God hears me I never meant to desert her in cold blood,"
he said. "We'd only been married about two years, and we'd got along
grand together; but times was hard, and I had to jump at the first
chance of a job, and leave her with her people, an' go up-country."

He paused and fumbled with his pipe until all ears were brought to