They came from all parts of the world for tin and lead, and the people down in the city had nothing to do but sit still and grow rich." "Somebody must have worked," interrupted Honoria; "on the buildings and all that." "The building was done by convicts.

The story is that convicts were transported here from all over the kingdom." "Did they live in the city ?" "No; they had a kind of camp across the creek.

They dug out the harbour too, and kept it clear of sand.

You can still see the marks of their pickaxes along the cliffs; I'll show them to you some day.
My father knows all about it, because his great-great-great-great-- grandfather (and a heap more 'greats,' I don't know how many) was the only one saved when the city was buried." "Was he from the city, or one of the convicts ?" asked Honoria, who had not forgiven George's assault upon her doll.
"He was a baby at the time, and couldn't remember," George answered, with fine composure.

"They say he was found high up the creek, just where you cross it by the foot-bridge.