Here they made a substantial luncheon; and the odour of fried onions carried far and wide.

Mahony paid his three shillings for a bottle of ale; but Purdy washed down the steak with cup after cup of richly sugared tea.
In the early afternoon they set off again, revived and refreshed.

Purdy caught at a bunch of aromatic leaves and burst into a song; and Mahony.
...

Good God! With a cloudless sky overhead, a decent bit of horseflesh between his knees, and the prospect of a three days' holiday from storekeeping, his name would not have been what it was if he had for long remained captious, downhearted.

Insufficient sleep, and an empty stomach--nothing on earth besides! A fig for his black thoughts! The fact of his being obliged to spend a few years in the colony would, in the end, profit him, by widening his experience of the world and his fellow-men.