He kneaded it, slapped it between his broad palms, cut it and baked the cakes in the ashes; then, butter being the only luxury permitted, he split them and buttered them; and Lady Bridget found in due time that not even the lightest Scotch scones taste better than bush johnny-cakes.
Quart pot tea, likewise--made also in true bush fashion.

First the boiling of the billy--Colin's own particular billy, battered and blackened from much usage--half the battle, he explained, in brewing bush tea.

Then, regulation handfuls of tea and brown store sugar thrown in at the precise boiling moment.

Now the stirring of the frothing liquid with a fresh gum-twig.

Then the blending and the cooling of it--pouring the beverage from one quart pot into another, and finally into the pannikins ready for the drinking.
Proudly, round the rock-flank of the hummock, Moongarr Bill brought fried steak and potatoes steaming in a clean tin dish and done to a turn, then went to cook more for himself at his own camp.