Summary

Portrait of Guy Boothby Guy Boothby Daphne. An Australian Story

As daylight disappears, and without an interval of twilight, darkness descends upon the plain, and one by one sundry jewels drop out of the treasure-house of night to deck the canopy of heaven. The stillness is most remarkable, and later on, when each member of the tiny party has found a resting-place among the loading, or beneath the wagon, it becomes even more intense, till only the whistle of a curlew, the cry of a marauding carrier dingo, or the distant boom of the bullock bells jars upon the sleeping night.
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Portrait of Guy Boothby Guy Boothby Daphne. An Australian Story

Imagine a treeless plain, say some two or three hundred miles from civilization, extending as far as the eye can reach on every side. In the foreground you will probably have a fair-sized water-hole, up to the side of which, as you look, lumbers an enormous wagon, piled with loading of every kind and description, and drawn by perhaps twenty bullocks. Wearied after their long day's march, the team drags up to the water and then comes to a halt with a deep grunt of satisfaction.
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Portrait of Guy Boothby Guy Boothby Daphne. An Australian Story

By daybreak the community is once more astir, and when breakfast has been eaten, the team is yoked up. Then the woman places herself and children upon the top of the wagon, the carrier takes his place and cracks his heavy whip, the bullocks sway forward, and once more the journey is resumed across the same interminable plain. So, week in, week out, from year's end to year's end, the same life goes forward never varying save when rain, or scarcity of grass, makes the track unpassable.
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