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In all these cases the excavation is by no means a grave destined to receive the Mouse, but a mere trial boring, of inconsiderable depth, its diameter being that of the digger's body. A return is made to the Mouse, who suddenly quivers, oscillates, advances, recoils, first in one direction, then in another, until in the end the little hillock of sand is crossed.
One felt like a happy child; pleased at nothing, content to exist where existence was a pleasure. You could not find more favourable specimens of New Zealand colonists than the two men, Trew and Domville, who stood before us in their working dress of red flannel shirts and moleskin trousers, "Cookham" boots and digger's plush hats.
An empty cart, drawn by a stout horse, passed us. Frank glanced at the pale little child beside him. "Where to?" cried he. "Forest Creek." "Take us for what?" "A canary a-piece." "Agreed." And we gladly sprung in. For the sake of the uninitiated, I must explain that, in digger's slang, a "canary" and half-a-sovereign are synonymous. We passed the "Porcupine Inn."
Three nights after I was out at sea, bound for Melbourne a steerage passenger, with a digger's tools for my baggage, and about seven shillings in my pocket." "And you succeeded?" asked Miss Morley.
There is something to be said in defence of the bestiality of a Digger: he has not been exposed to the refining influences of surrounding civilization; he was reared in darkness and ignorance; so were his fathers before him for many generations; the white man and his ways have just dawned upon the poor Digger's consciousness; and so on. These things cannot be said for the ragpicker of Paris.
Meanwhile, keep the company under close watch; let no man wander from the camp till I return." Then entering his tent, he took from a canvas pack-bag a small bottle, put it in his coat pocket, and, descending the ridge, walked towards the "Digger's Best."
She would turn her face to the wall and weep so violently when any allusion was made to her past that the grave digger's wife gave up questioning her. One morning the bed was empty. It had not been slept in. The girl had fled in the night. Who she was, or where she had gone, was to them the darkest, deepest mystery. Would it ever be revealed?
The waiting horses, too well trained to move from their places, shifted uneasily amid much creaking of harness. Within the grave the digger's head sunk lower and lower, while the mound by the side grew higher and higher. The cold increased. Across the prairie, a multitude of black specks advanced, grew large, whizzed overhead, then retreated, their wings cutting the keen air, and silence returned.
In many churchyards, where the ground is as extensive on the north side as on the others, the grave digger's spade has left it either quite untouched or the graves are few in number and mostly of recent date. West Tarring was once a market town and several good specimens of medieval and Tudor domestic architecture still exist.
He ran and jumped into the hole just as another man was going to take possession. By digger's law no party is allowed to occupy two holes. All that afternoon there was a mob looking down at George and Robinson picking out peas and beans of gold, and envy's satanic fire burned many a heart. These two were picking up at least a hundred pounds an hour.
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