close-feeling

Updated: August 15, 2026

Sitting on a log, or in the cave, as we were, I've had the best meal I've ever tasted since I was born. Not like the close-feeling, close-smelling, dirty-clean graveyard they call a gaol. But it's no use beginning on that. We were young men, and free, too. Free!

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