Richard Rowe, The Boy in the Bush
“ Tarpaulined drays ground along in a long line, monotonously jingling the pots and pannikins slung beneath. “MEN ON HORSEBACK, WITH SADDLE-BAGS AND PISTOLS.”217Here and there a dray had broken down, and the driver was fussing about as angry as a wasp, or smoking in sulky idleness, because he could not get any one to stop to help him right his cargo. Every public was crammed with rowdy-looking, bronzed, bearded fellows, shouting for nobblers, spiders, and stone-fences. ”
