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Updated: May 9, 2025
Then, growing still more crafty, he got down and began to advance on all fours. Now it chanced that Sam Coxen's eyes were not the only ones which had found interest in the red buck's proceedings.
The thunder-storms came principally from the south-west, west, and north-west; but generally showed an inclination to veer round to the northward. From Coxen's Range I returned to the river, and soon reached the place where I had met the Black-fellows.
As the river turned to the eastward, I determined to trace it up to its head; and set out with Mr. Gilbert and Brown to examine the country around the range which I had observed some days before and named "Coxen's Peak and Range," in honour of Mr. Coxen of Darling Downs.
Coxen's Peak and Range were found to be composed of horizontal strata of excellent sandstone, rising by steep terraces, on the western side, but sloping gently down to the east; its summit is covered with scrub, but its eastern slope with groves of grass-trees.
The whole extent of country between the range and the coast, seemed to be of sandstone, either horizontally stratified, or dipping off the range; with the exception of some local disturbances, where basalt had broken through it. Those isolated ranges, such as Coxen's Range the abruptness of which seemed to indicate igneous origin were entirely of sandstone.
'If Coxen's dam goes, that means.... I'll 'ave the drawing-room carpet up at once to be on the safe side. The claw-'ammer is in the libery. 'Wait a minute. Sidney's gates are out, you said? 'Both. He'll need it if Coxen's pond goes.... I've seen it once. 'I'll just slip down and have a look at Sidney. Light the lantern again, please, Rhoda. 'You won't get him to stir.
Occasionally we met with swampy ground, covered with reeds, and with some standing water of the last rains; the ground was so rotten, that the horses and bullocks sunk into it over the fetlocks. The principal timber trees here, are the bastard box, the flooded-gum, and the Moreton Bay ash; in the Myal scrub, Coxen's Acacia attains a very considerable size; we saw also some Ironbark trees.
Coxen's old mill-dam is likely to go, they say. Come out! 'I told 'em it would when they made a fish-pond of it. 'Twasn't ever puddled proper. But it's a middlin' wide valley. She's got room to spread.... Keep still, or I'll take and duck you in the cellar!... You go 'ome, Mus' Midmore, an' take the law o' Mus' Lotten soon's you've changed your socks. 'Confound you, aren't you coming out?
But he was in that investigating, pugnacious, meddlesome mood which is apt to seize an old male bear in the autumn. When the bear caught sight of Sam Coxen's crawling, stealthy figure, not two paces from his hiding-place, his first impulse was to vanish, to melt away like a big, portentous shadow into the silent deeps of the wood.
''Tisn't the water, it's the mud on the skirting-board after it goes down that I mind, Rhoda whispered. 'The last time Coxen's mill broke, I remember it came up to the second no, third step o' Mr. Sidney's stairs. 'What did Sidney do about it? 'He made a notch on the step. 'E said it was a record. Just like 'im. 'It's up to the drive now, said Midmore after another long wait.
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