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Updated: June 29, 2025
When I left Burke's camp, heading south-west for Alf's paddock, there was a strong, dry, and as it seemed to me then useless, north-west wind tearing through the tops of the trees. I thought it might lull before I left the shelter of the scrub, but it only increased.
"But you cannot take yourself out." "You just watch me," was the retort. Down went Alf's cap on the office floor. Right and left he kicked off his low-cut shoes. Trousers and shirt followed. "Remember," he said in ringing tones, "I, as a citizen of the United States, shall hold you, the city of Yokohama, and the government of Japan responsible for those clothes. Good night."
He took Alf's knapsack and on opening it, what do you suppose was in it? Well, if you are not a Yankee and good at guessing, I will tell you, if you won't say anything about it, for Alf might get mad if he were to hear it.
Then, whilst we saddled-up and rode off together at a walk, the conversation naturally drifted to horses, until about ten o'clock, when we stopped at a little wicket-gate in the north-east corner of Alf's ten-by-five paddock. "You're in the Patagonia Paddock now," said he, as I passed through the gate. "You'll strike the track in six miles.
A yell so loud, so wild, so blood-curdling, ascended from within the farm-house, that even nature seemed to shiver for a moment. Then came the rush of feet and the clamor of many voices. Out of doors ran all the household, the father included, so appalling had been Alf's cry of apparently mortal agony, to learn the source of all the trouble. There was nothing to be seen.
Individual gentlemen could, of course, say what they pleased to individual voters; but it was agreed at last that no overt use should be made of the rumours by Mr Alf's Committee. In regard to other matters, they who worked under the Committee were busy enough.
Now go ahead." "No, I'm dashed if I do! I'm no hand at directing; but, by gosh, you're all there at understanding." "Jack," said I, turning to the primeval t'other-sider "can you direct me to Nosey Alf's?" "I'll try," replied the veteran; and he slowly drew a diagram, true to the points of the compass. "'Ere's the Red Gate mind you shet it then along 'ere, arf a mile.
I got the cream out of the deal, and I won't let you throw money away." Jim Cahews came in at this moment, and, redder in the face than ever, Henley explained the situation. "Alf's right, Miss Dixie," the clerk joined in. "You'd better take his advice. If there was anything in that old pile of iron he'd have seen it long ago."
Poor fellow, thought I, and I continued, "I was coming down from Cobar, with a single horse; and on the New Year's Day before last, I reached the Yellow Tank about forty miles from here, isn't it? I left my saddle and things at the tank, and was taking my horse out to a place where there's always a bit of grass, when I noticed a wagon in the scrub, and identified it as Alf's"
During the last few minutes, a peculiar cadence in the sound of Alf's bells had told me, just as surely as words could have done, that the bullocks were mustered, and travelling away. My horses were not far off; and, to save time, I took Alf's saddle and bridle from under his wagon. As I did so, I heard his voice, low and monotonous. I paused involuntarily. "O Molly!
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