slate-bars

Updated: May 7, 2025

How they'd scurry off through the scrub and up the range, where it was like the side of a house, and that full of slate-bars all upon edge that you could smell the hoofs of the brumbies as the sharp stones rasped and tore and struck sparks out of them like you do the parings in a blacksmith's shop.

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