Well, away we went to this township.

Bundah was the name of it; not that there was anything to do or see when we got there.

It was the regular up-country village, with a public-house, a store, a pound, and a blacksmith's shop.

However, a public-house is not such a bad place--at any rate it's better than nothing when a fellow's young and red-hot for anything like a bit of fun, or even a change.

Some people can work away day after day, and year after year, like a bullock in a team or a horse in a chaff-cutting machine.