"No," she said, "we've only seen two houses since we left the town.

All the rest of the country seems to be a wilderness." Here the priest broke in.

He was a broth of a boy from Maynooth, just the man to handle the Doyle and Donohoe congregation.
"It's the big stations is the roon of the country," he said.

"How is the country to go ahead at all wid all the good land locked up?
There's Kuryong on ahead here would support two hundthred fam'lies, and what does it employ now?
Half a dozen shepherds, widout a rag to their back." "I am going to Kuryong," said the girl; and the priest was silent.
By four in the afternoon they reached Kiley's River, running yellow and froth-covered with melting snow.

The coachman pulled his horses up on the bank, and took a good, long look at the bearings.