bush-ranger's

Updated: June 27, 2025

I expect I was taken back without seeing or hearing to the gaol, and I found myself alone in the condemned cell, with heavy leg-irons worn for the first time in my life. The rough and tumble of a bush-ranger's life was over at last, and this was the finish up. For the first week or two I didn't feel anything particular. I was hardly awake.

Rolf Boldrewood - Robbery under Arms; a story of life and adventure in the bush and in the Australian goldfields