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We must teach him to read and write, and ride, and what not, as soon as possible, and see if we can't find a young lady well, I won't anticipate, but go on. Go on, did I say? jump on, rather two whole years at once. See Baroona now. Would you know it? I think not.
The poor, puling little babe, born in misery and disaster, Mary Hawker's boy Charles!" Toonarbin was but a short ten miles from Baroona, and, of course, the two families were as one. There was always a hostage from the one house staying as a visitor in the other; and, under such circumstances, of course, Charles and Sam were much together, and, as time went on, got to be firm friends.
Buckley, can you lend Baroona to a new married couple for a few weeks, do you think? There is plenty of room for you here." And then into Mrs. Buckley's astonished ear all the new plans were poured. She heard that Sam and Alice were to be married in a fortnight, and that Sam had gone into partnership with Tom Troubridge. "Stop there," she said; "not too much at once. What becomes of Mary Hawker?"
Surely I have the pleasure of seeing Mr. Buckley of Baroona?" Sam and he had met before, and the Secretary, finding himself on shore and where he was known, dropped his King Cambyses' vein, and appeared in his real character of a shrewd, experienced man.
Then one of the grooms, a lad I mentioned before as bringing a note to Baroona on one occasion, a long brown-faced lad, born of London parents in the colony, made a diversion by coming round to look at us. He admired us very much, but my gilt buttons took his attention principally.
"Never, never!" said Sam; "not likely, if I lived to be a hundred. I shall see you to-morrow." "Oh yes, surely," said the Baron; "we shall meet to-morrow for certain. But good-bye, my boy; good bye." And then the young couple rode away to Baroona, which was empty, swept, and garnished, ready for their reception.
The thought, that neither Baroona nor Garoopna could ever be again what they had once been, and that never again we should hear those merry voices, wakening us in the morning, or ringing pleasant by the river on the soft summer's evening; these thoughts, I say, made us but a dull party, although Covetown and the Doctor made talking enough for the rest of us.
I have reason to believe that it has never been printed before, and, as far as I know, there is no other copy extant, so I proceed to give it in full. "What a dear, disagreeable old Jim you are," it begins, "to stay away there at Baroona, leaving me moping here with our daddy, who is calculating the explosive power of shells under water at various temperatures.
When Hamlyn comes to Baroona from the neighbouring station to spend Christmas with his old friends, he finds the same lady 'picking raisins in the character of a duchess. Considered apart from the story, these Dickensian touches might seem merely humorous exaggeration, but to those who have traced the development of Mrs. Buckley's character, how happy and pregnant they are!
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