climb-up

Updated: May 4, 2025

All that night long we had to go, and keep going. A deal of the road was rough near the Shoalhaven country, across awful deep gullies with a regular climb-up the other side, like the side of a house. Through dismal ironbark forests that looked as black by night as if all the tree-trunks were cast-iron and the leaves gun-metal.

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