Then
after dinner a terrific thunderstorm broke over the settlement, and as
the rain fell in torrents, Mac thought it looked "like a case of
to-morrow all right."
Naturally I felt impatient at the delay, but was told by the Creek that
"there was no hurry!" "To-morrow's still untouched," Mac explained. "This
is the Land of Plenty of Time; Plenty of Time and Wait a While. You'll be
doing a bit of waiting before you've done with it."
"If this rain goes on, she'll be doing a bit of waiting at the Fergusson;
unless she learns the horse's-tail trick," the Creek put in. On inquiry,
it proved that the "horse's-tail trick" meant swimming a horse through
the flood, and hanging on to its tail until it fought a way across; and I
felt I would prefer "waiting a bit."
The rain did go on, and, roaring over the roof, made conversation
difficult. The bushmen called it a "bit of a storm"; but every square
inch of the heavens seemed occupied by lightning and thunder-bolts.
"Nothing to what we can do sometimes," every one agreed. "WE do things
in style up here--often run half-a-dozen storms at once.
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