You'll see what an Australian farmer's homestead is like." They drove through a rickety wire-and-sapling gate and across about a mile of bush, and suddenly came on a little slab house nestling under the side of a hill.

At the back were the stockyards and the killing-pen, where a contrivance for raising dead cattle--called a gallows--waved its arms to the sky.

In front of the house there was rather a nice little garden.

At the back were a lot of dilapidated sheds, leaning in all directions.

A mob of sheep was penned in a yard outside one of the sheds; and in the garden an old woman, white-haired and wrinkled, with a very short dress showing a lot of dirty stocking and slipshod elastic-sided boot, was bending over a spade, digging potatoes.
The old woman straightened herself as they drove up.
"Good daah to you, Misther Gordon," she said.