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'He went out an hour ago to watch the murder and manslaughter going on down at Eureka, Sergeant Wallis, and if you miscall me again, you Vandemonian pig-stealer, I'll drag you from your horse and drown you in a tub of suds! Wallis struck his horse with his open hand, and rode away, followed by his men, laughing back at the seemingly furious Mrs.
The cattle we passed appeared in a wretched condition, and the human beings on the road seemed all to belong to one family, so truly Vandemonian was the cast of their countenances. "The rainy season's not over," observed the driver, in an apologetic tone.
"Believe what yer bloody well like!" retorted the Vandemonian fiercely. "But don't come 'ere and interrupt our pleasant and h'orderly meetings with YOUR blamed jaw." Mahony lost his temper. "I not interrupt? when I see you great hulks of men "
And although rough in their manners, and not over select in their address, the digger seldom wilfully injures a woman; in fact, a regular Vandemonian will, in his way, play the gallant with as great a zest as a fashionable about town at any rate, with more sincerity of heart.
She, an old Vandemonian, needed no second warning, and as the two young people rode away, they saw her clearing the paddock rapidly, and making for a dense clump of wattles, which grew just beyond the fence. "Whither now, Sam?" said Alice, the moment they were started.
In the veranda of the house, Mr. Folkestone, a young English gentleman of not less than two hundred-weight, lolled on a hammock, smoking a chibouque, and reading a magazine; while straight between us two aristocratic loafers, Vandemonian Jack, aged about a century, was mechanically sawing firewood in the hot, sickly sunshine.
Chinamen, with pigtails and loose trowsers; Aborigines, with a solitary blanket flung over them; Vandemonian pickpockets, with cunning eyes and light fingers all, in truth, from the successful digger in his blue serge shirt, and with green veil still hanging round his wide-awake, to the fashionably-attired, newly-arrived "gent" from London, who stares around him in amazement and disgust.
Every now and again he shouted out in a stentorian voice that made the welkin ring; and the burden of his cry was this: "'Ere's happles, happles, Vandemonian happles, and them as dislikes the hiland needn't heat them." The admirers of the fertile island must have been very numerous, for his customers soon made his pippins disappear.
"Not so much gentlemening, if YOU please!" said a sinister-looking man, who might have been a Vandemonian in his day. "MEN'S what we are that's good enough for us." Mahony was nettled. The foreigners, too, were pressing him. "Am I then to believe, sir, what I frequently hear asserted, that there are no gentlemen left on the diggings?" "Oh, stow yer blatherskite!"
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