The trees thickened, the buggy wheels caught on stumps.

Cudgee had to get down at intervals and, with his axe, lop and clear fallen timber.

Every mile the progress grew slower and the forest more lonely.

No sign now of a selector's clearing, or of any human occupation....

But there was a pack of emus hustling and shaking their big bunches of feathers like startled ballet girls.
'I feel as if part of the Zoo had been let loose,' said Lady Bridget when again there bounded along in the near distance a pair of kangaroos with a little Joey kangaroo taking a lesson in locomotion behind its parents.
They were still in the gum forest, but now and then came a belt of gidia scrub--mournful trees with stiff black trunks and grey green foliage and a pale sort of wattle flower smelling like dead cattle when rain is about, as McKeith explained.