What a queer start--the Governor sitting lonely in a silent Government House, in the middle of a deserted city! We found out that it was true after we'd made one or two short rides out ourselves.

Afterwards the police had a deal too much to do to think of us.

We didn't run half the chance of being dropped on to that we used to do.

The whole country was full of absconders and deserters, servants, shepherds, shopmen, soldiers, and sailors--all running away from their work, and making in a blind sort of way for the diggings, like a lot of caterpillars on the march.
We had more than half a notion about going there ourselves, but we turned it over in our minds, and thought it wouldn't do.

We should be sure to be spotted anywhere in New South Wales.