'It's blithering irony to talk of us Leura squatters as representing capital.

We're all playing a sort of battledore and shuttlecock game--tossed about between drought and plenty--boom and slump.

A kick in the beam and one end is up and the other end down.

There's Windeatt, who will be ruined if his wool-shed is destroyed and his shearing spoiled.

No rain, and the banks would foreclose on most of us.