CHAPTER X.
HARRY HEATHCOTE RETURNS IN TRIUMPH.
When the fight was quite over, and Heathcote's party had returned to their horses, Medlicot for a few minutes was faint and sick, but he revived after a while, and declared himself able to sit on his horse.
There was a difficulty in getting him up, but when there he made no further complaint.

"This," said he, as he settled himself in his saddle, "is my first Christmas-day in Australia.

I landed early in January, and last year I was on my way home to fetch my mother." "It's not much like an English Christmas," said Harry.
"Nor yet as in Hanover," said the German.
"It's Cork you should go to, or Galway, bedad, if you want to see Christmas kep' after the ould fashion," said Mickey.
"I think we used to do it pretty well in Cumberland," said Medlicot.
"There are things which can't be transplanted.

They may have roast beef, and all that, but you should have cold weather to make you feel that it is Christmas indeed." "We do it as well as we can," Harry pleaded.

"I've seen a great pudding come into the room all afire--just to remind one of the old country--when it has been so hot that one could hardly bear a shirt on one's shoulders.