Next came the two kinds of lyres; not spelt the same.

He said the one kind was dying out, the other thickening up.

He explained that the "Sundowner" was not a bird it was a man; sundowner was merely the Australian equivalent of our word, tramp.

He is a loafer, a hard drinker, and a sponge.

He tramps across the country in the sheep-shearing season, pretending to look for work; but he always times himself to arrive at a sheep-run just at sundown, when the day's labor ends; all he wants is whisky and supper and bed and breakfast; he gets them and then disappears.