Moongarr Bill was first-class at frying steak.

He himself was going to boil the quart-pot tea and would give Biddy a demonstration in johnny-cakes, made bush fashion at their own camp fire.

The sheet of bark had been cut into sections--one sub-divided into small squares to serve as plates.

The inside looked clean as paint, and smelled of Mother Nature's still-room.

Colin mixed the flour and water upon the larger sheet and worked up a stiff dough.