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Campers
at the
Seaside

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The kangaroo is still a totally unknown bird
io many millions of Europeans and Asiatics.
\ Victorian farmer who secured the services of
one Tim from the ould sod, a recent assisted
immigrant,writes of Tim's amazement on first
seeing a kangaroo. "What is it ?" asked Tim.
"It's a kangaroo," the farmer explained, "the
biggest of our Australian animals. Don't you
like it?" Tim scratched his head. "I dunno,"
he said. "I suppose it'll be all right ,when it's
finished." This lopsidedness of 'roo greatly
troubled the Irishman, and next morning, seeing
the animal down on all fours eating, Tim yelled
—"Come an' see ' Come, quick, all iv yez !
Here's King Whooroo thrvin' t' walk on his
hands."
Korlet was the most detestable and the most
cordially detested man m Cucumb, and within

a radius of twenty miles of that dry centre.
A peculiar thing about Korlet was the fact
that, although he habitually bore himself in a
manner that invited public execration, he firmly
believed in his own lovable qualities and great
popularity. The bachelors of Cucumb had decided
to give themselves a bush picnic. It was
to be a tremendously fine a.tair, with much
good eating and drinking, and considerable luxurious
smoking. To give the affair zest and convert
it into a long, lingering joke and a joy
for ever, Quain hit upon the idea of inviting
Korlet as the honoured guest of the occasion,
and pretending that-the picnic was a spontaneous
token of appreciation and respect tendered
by the bachelors of Cucumb to Cucumb's
most ln.noured and beloved citizen, John Thomas
Korlet.
Korlet bit. He went to the picnic, he was
treated as a beloved and appreciated guest, he
was made the lion of the occasion. The young
men took out his horses and drew the trap

containing J. T. Korlet over the last half-mile
of the drive. Thev toasted him at each meal,
they exerted themselves to express some adequate
idea of his fine qualities Ln long, postprandial
speeches. The local poet read a beautiful
poem in his honour. Nothing was too good
for John Thomas Korlet, and John Thomas
took it all like a king. He never blushed, his
faith in himself never wavered. He even suggested
on the road home that the young men
should drag his carriage back into the township.
They agreed, and as the Post Office was
approached Mr. Korlet suggested it would be
a good idea to sing "See the Conquering Hero
Comes." The song was sung, and then, standing
in the vehicle, Korlet said: "Young gentlemen,
I am delighted to have been able to
give you all so much pleasure and gratification,
but vou will recollect I have lost a day's
workj and it seems to me a collection to reimburse
me would not be out of place." That
broke them up. Unanimously the picnic threw
Thomas Korlet into the creek.

Australia
had another

lift the other day, when
the morning's cables announced
that Jack Donaldson,
the Australian
runner, had beaten Walker
and the world's record,
and that Bill
Lang, the Australian
boxer, had whipped
Jack Burns at London
Olympia in twelve
rounds. This makes Lang
champion of England if
he is anxious for a title
to which no great
amount of glory attaclies
nowadays.

on ton of
Snicket's teM'\ the^tejjjrteter. "P'raps
you don'tx never.Jj^fiVjJi?) up that way.
Well, you ftyr' jake^tytrdraj&te, it's one iv the
very worst flawiks. ever went over, a
sort o' clavey bottom that's always wet, an'
that clings to your wheels like glue. I was
goin' across with materials fer a minin' camp
beyond, an' had me ole red team,. the best
team o' workin' bullocks in all Australia, I
don't care a cuss who speaks next. I'm jist
tellin' you this yarn t' give you a faint sort
iv idea of how them bullocks could pull. The
trouble came when I bogged in that blarsted
cj a y p a n o n Snicket's Hill,
"We went right down to the hubs, and if I d
had any other bulls but them reds I'd a-reckoned
the old fit-out ^vas there fer a month o'
Sundays ; but I took a grip o' me whip, an'
I let loose me best break o' language, an' stirred
the cattle all I knew. I cussed, an' they
pulled, an' I don't know who was goin' hardest,
me 'r the bulls, but somethin' was rnovin'.
I kep' 'em at it, licketty split, an' she
was goin' all right. Runnin' 'longside the
cattle, I showered the lash on 'em, an' cursed
all I knew. Then we let up, an' cried spell-o.
I takes a look round. Strike me stiff, if that
waggon wasn't still in the bog ; but, 'selp me
grauous, an' true ez I sit here, we'd pulled
the blankv hill half-a-mile further north."

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THE HUMPTY-DUMPTY CAMP, DROMANA. Help

THE HUMPTY-DUMPTY CAMP, DROMANA.

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THE HUMPTY-DUMPTYS AT THE COOK-HOUSE DOOR (DROMANA). Help

THE HUMPTY-DUMPTYS AT THE COOK-HOUSE
DOOR (DROMANA).

HAWTHORN WATTLES CAMP. DROMANA. Help

HAWTHORN WATTLES CAMP. DROMANA.

WOMAN HATERS' ("WE DON'T THINK") CAMP AT DROMANA. Help
WOMAN HATERS' ("WE DON'T THINK") CAMP AT DROMANA.
ST. COLUMB'S CAMP, DROMANA Help
ST. COLUMB'S CAMP, DROMANA
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