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Updated: May 23, 2025
Old Mr Duppo, it was the father of Zack Duppo, the horse-breaker, who had recently been breaking in colts at Moongarr. They stayed till the horses were found. Mr Duppo had a housekeeper now if Mrs Hensor had been like that housekeeper there could have been no cause for jealous scandal.
Moongarr Bill, Ninnis, and the stockmen on the run, while Maule a book and a sandwich in his pocket had gone herding with Joey Case and one of the extra hands. A sense of mutual embarrassment had that day driven them apart. He had been afraid of himself, and she too had felt afraid.
Moongarr Bill emitted a harsh grunt. 'My best girl chucked me a month back, boss, and as for your darned sentiment and poetry, and sech-like well, I ain't takin' any just at present. 'Bad luck, Bill! Struck a dead-head that time, eh?... Well, good-night. 'Good-night, boss and good luck to you.
Mustering those beasts for boiling down started that old spear wound afresh. Until it got well again, there was nothing for it but to sit tight and wait. Moongarr Bill left to make a prospecting trip on my old tracks up the Bight took Cudgee and the black-boy with him.
Here Wombo, the black boy, was waiting Moongarr Bill having gone on with the pack horse to the camping place and helped to unharness the two leaders which he drove before him ahead. The trees thickened, the buggy wheels caught on stumps. Cudgee had to get down at intervals and, with his axe, lop and clear fallen timber. Every mile the progress grew slower and the forest more lonely.
Maule showed great interest in Bush matters said he wanted to learn all he could about the management of cattle thought it not improbable that he might invest money in Leichardt's Land. Ninnis agreed to show him round, and Maule begged that he might be made useful even offered to take a turn with the tailing-mob, so that Moongarr Bill and the other stockmen might be free to muster more cattle.
For already the sand was darkening and moisture was oozing in the hole Moongarr Bill had been digging, and which he widened gradually into a respectable pool of water. When it had settled down, all the billies were filled and the horses driven to it, whinnying for a drink.
'I bought 'im out of the yard at Breeza Downs that's Windeatt's run about sixty miles from Moongarr, and I will say that though it's a sheep-run they've beat us in the breed of their 'osses.... Got 'im cheap because he'd bucked young Windeatt off and nearly kicked his brains out, and there wasn't a man along the Leura that he'd let stop on his back except me and Zack Duppo the horse-breaker who first put the tackling on 'im.
McKeith read all the details carefully, turning the page over and back again in order to read it once more. There was no doubt making due allowance for Moongarr Bill's exaggerative optimism that the find was a genuine one. The writer resumed: 'I've pegged off a twenty men's ground, this being outside the area of a proclaimed goldfield our reward as joint discoverers.
But since receiving Moongarr Bill's letter, and now that the drought had broken, and the Man in Possession a prospect as certain as that there would come another thunderstorm, he knew that he must begin his preparations to quit Moongarr.
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