fust-like

Updated: May 10, 2025

Sure enough there was the mark of Crib's teeth, with the front one missing, that had been kicked down his throat by a wild mare. 'Two fellow tumble down fust-like; then two fellow bimeby. One two three fellow track go along a flat that way. Then that one get two horses and ridem likit Fish River. Penty blood tumble down here. This was the ciphering up of the whole thing. It was clear enough now.

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