'No sign of my men ?' 'Scooted clean out of the scenery--the whole lot.

I reckon that's what they shook hands on with the Union chaps, and that the natural consequences of absorbing your grog will be another woolshed or two burned down before long.

Here's your health, Boss, and the Ladyship's.' And the mailman gulped down his 'nobbler' and turned to remount the lean chestnut, which was standing hitched to the palings, observing cheerfully: 'Well, so long, Sir.

Go'day, Ma'am.

This sort of argufying ain't going to carry my mail-bags along the river.' 'Go up to the Quarters and ask Mrs Hensor for a feed,' called McKeith.
'And look here, Harry, you can tell them at the Myall Creek out-station as you go by, to have two good horses ready in the yard for me.