Shut in on all sides
by bush and tall timber, with the rushing river as sentinel, we seemed in
a world all our own--a tiny human world, with a camp fire for its hub;
and as we dreamed on, half conscious of the moonlight and shoutings, the
deep inner beauty of the night stole upon us. A mystical, elusive beauty.
difficult to define, that lay underneath and around, and within the
moonlight--a beauty of deep nestling shadows, crooning whispers, and soft
rustling movement.
For a while we dreamed on, and then the Maluka broke the silence. "The
wizard of the Never-Never has not forgotten how to weave his spells while
I've been south," he said. "It won't be long before he has the missus in
his toils. The false veneer of civilisation is peeling off at a great
rate."
I roused as from a trance; and Mac threw a sharp, searching glance at me,
as I sat curled up against a swag. "You're right," he laughed; "there's
not a trace of the towney left." And rising to "see about fixing up
camp," he added: "You'd better look out, missus! Once caught, you'll
never get free again.
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