He never worked with other white men, but lived among the blacks.

Of course, in those days the police system was in its infancy, and we had to rely upon ourselves.

I had a narrow escape, once, of losing my life, from him and his blacks.
"When I was about seventeen, I lived with my father and mother in a station about fifty miles from Sydney, or as it was called then Port Jackson.

It was at that time quite an outlying station.

We had two convicts allotted to us, both of them honest fellows enough, who had been transported for poaching or something of that kind--anyhow, they were not old hands, and gave no trouble.