One thing is very
certain--everyone enjoyed those cabbages including even Cheon and the
goats.
Of course we had cabbage for dinner that day, and the day following, and
the next day again, and were just fearing that cabbage was becoming a
confirmed habit when Dan coming in with reports we all went bush again,
and the spell was broken. "A pity the man from Beyanst wasn't about,"
Dan said when he heard of the daily menu.
It was late in September when Dan came in, and four weeks slipped away
with the concerns of cattle and cattle-buyers and cattle-duffers, and as
we moved hither and thither the water-melons leafed and blossomed and
fruited to Billy's delight, and Cheon's undisguised amazement and the
line party, creeping on, crept first into our borders and then into camp
at the Warlochs, and Happy Dick's visits, dog-fights, and cribbage became
part of the station routine. Now and then a traveller from "inside"
passed out, but as the roads "inside" were rapidly closing in, none came
from the Outside going in, and because of that there were no extra mails,
and towards the end of October we were wondering how we were "going to
get through the days until the Fizzer was due again," when Dan and Jack
came in unexpectedly for a consultation.
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