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. ”
