Mr.Commissioner Sleuth and his hounds may cry tally-ho every day, if 'tis their pleasure to! To put it shortly, boys, we're living under semi-martial law.

To such a state have we free-born men, men who came out but to see the elephant, been reduced, by the asinine stupidity of the Government, by the impudence and knavishness of its officials.

Brother diggers! When you leave the hall this evening, look over at the hill on which the Camp stands! What will you see?
You will see a blaze of light, and hear the sounds of revelry by night.

There, boys, hidden from our mortal view, but visible to our mind's eye, sit Charley Joe's minions, carousing at our expense, washing down each mouthful with good fizz bought with our hard-earned gold.

Licence-pickings, boys, and tips from new grog-shops, and the blasted farce of the Commissariat! We're supposed--" But here Mahony gave a loud click of the tongue--in the general howl of execration it passed unheard--and, pushing his way out of the tent, let the flap-door fall to behind him..