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Revoke, the station champion, came in first in his race, and was

proht, but Mary didn't care

"What is the use of worrying over it?" she said "It doesn't really

matter"

"I have been done," said the bushman "Red Mick lent me the lead-cloth,

and helped me saddle up, and I believe he took so It never dropped out That I'et it! There's your brother, Hugh,

thinks we ought not to have co sulky

Why do all you Australian people amuse yourselves so sadly?"

"I don't knohat you mean by sadly," said Charlie, huffed "I

think you ladies had better go hos are likely to be

a bit lively later on They have got a door off its hinges and laid

on the ground, and a fiddler playing jigs, and thetill there'll be a

fight, and soh, they could see an excited crowd of people gathered

round a fiddler, as playing away for dear life, and the yells

and whoops told the "bloods" of the ranges were there in their very best

finery--cabbage-tree hat (well-tilted back, and secured by a string

under the nose), gaudy cotton shirt, and tweed trousers of loud

pattern, secured round the waist by flaring red or green sashes In

this garb such as fancied the their