mullock-heaps

Updated: May 23, 2025

Wallis put on a grip that had reduced many a recalcitrant convict to order, and looked inquiringly at McPhee, who had ridden to the spot. The crowd closed round, overlooking the scene from mullock-heaps and windlass-stands. 'Produce your license, you rascal! roared the Commissioner. The youth was too short of breath to speak, and remained panting under Wallis's hand.

Edward Dyson - In the Roaring Fifties