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Updated: May 23, 2025
The morning was drawing towards noon when they came in sight of their own little station: Cunjee, looking just as they had left it years ago, its corrugated iron roofs gleaming in the sunlight, its one street green with feathery pepper trees along each side.
"I'd get Bill to go home if I could, but I can't get on his tracks and it's too hot to take baby out in the sun looking for him. If you come across him, sir, you might tell him I want him." "All right," said the squatter. "But you wouldn't take that long drive home yet, Sarah better wait until the sun goes down." "Well, I'd go into Cunjee, to me sister-in-law's," said Sarah.
"Yes, the old gentleman's come, an' he's quite comfertable in bed though he don't know no one yet. Dr. Anderson's gone to Cunjee, but he's coming back in his steam engine to stay all night; an' your pa's having his dinner, which he needs it, poor man. An' he don't want you to get up, lovey, for there ain't nothin' you can do. I'll go and get you something to eat." But it was Mr.
Cunjee, meanwhile, had cheered frantically, and Wally sent a School yell ringing down the field. Jim's eye lit up anew as he heard it. "I do believe I've been asleep," he muttered. The new man was waiting for him, and he treated his first two balls with respect. Then he grew bolder; hit him for a single, and snicked him to the fence for four.
He turned the buggy with some difficulty, for the track was narrow, and they spun off on the return journey to Cunjee, while Norah, between the two boys, was once more on the way to Billabong. "You're sure you're all right, Nor.?" Jim said, looking at her keenly. "Yes truly, Jim." Norah had made up her mind not to say too much.
But her hopes were rapidly put to flight, and the spirits of the Cunjee "barrackers" went down to zero as it became distressingly apparent that Mr. Billings and his partner were there to stay.
"Norah, just come here a moment." He came back presently, leaving Norah at the telephone. "It's Dr. Anderson," he said. "They're in trouble in Cunjee there's a pretty bad outbreak of influenza. Some returned men came up with it, and now it's spreading everywhere, Anderson says. Mrs.
Lastly, she dropped a handkerchief, which she easily recovered by the simple expedient of hanging head downwards, suspended by one foot, and then galloped out of the ring, amid the frantic applause of Cunjee. "Could you do that, Norah?" laughed Mr. Linton. "Me?" said Norah amazedly; "me? Oh, fancy me ever thinking I could ride a bit!"
Brown to allow herself to be driven into Cunjee. There was nothing particular to go for, except that, as Norah said, they would get the mail a day earlier; but Mrs. Brown was not likely to refuse anything that would chase the look of loneliness from her charge's face.
I think you're wise," the squatter answered. "As it happens, I was in Cunjee yesterday, talking to an agent, and I heard of a little place that might suit you very well just about the price you ought to pay, and the land's not bad. There's a decent cottage on it you and Tommy could be very comfortable there. It's four miles from here, so we should feel you hadn't got away from us."
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