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Visitors.Chapter XXXI.The Tale of his Wild Career.Chapter XXXII.A Time of Shine and Shadow.Chapter XXXIII.News From Wonnaroo.Chapter XXXIV.Along the Homeward Way.Chapter XXXV.An Embarrassing Guest.Chapter XXXVI.The Dead Man Claims His Own.Chapter XXXVII.Return of the Wanderer.Chapter XXXVIII.The Big Man Gets Busy.Chapter XXXIX.On the Rising Road.Chapter XL.The Neglected Partner.Chapter XLI.With the Old Folks at Home.Chapter XLII.Conclusion.CHAPTER I.At Morella.There was nothing very grand about Morella.It was a plain shingle roofed cottage, half hidden in a cluster of trees and partially covered with vines, that had marked a lonely mailmans stage before the little township of Wonnaroo had come into existence.Yet, looking at it from her seat on a grassy slope at the back, Keira Warri thought there was no place to compare with it on Biroo Creek.Keira was 1.Her brother, a quiet looking lad of 1.Im going to clear out, he said.Im doing no good here.Keira looked at him in surprise, but almost instantly her eyes twinkled with amusement.Who hit you, SidThat, answered the boy, nodding at the needlework in her lap.Youre sewing for Mrs.Joe Steel, arent youYes.She bent over her work, and the smile faded from her face.I had a suspicion that it was getting low tide with the mater, said Sid, but I didnt know till yesterday that you were taking in sewing.Why shouldnt I asked Keira.I havent much else to do.Oh, youre not doing it for exercise, or to oblige the old lady at the store.Own up, were getting among the breakers, arent weWorse times might come, Sid, she answered evasively.And its good policy to gather fuel while you can keep the pot boiling.Not a very heartening job though, keeping it boiling with little sticks.Sid reflected, looking again at the stitching needle as though the thing hurt him.If it requires that sort of stoking, he continued, its time I took a hand.Dont you be in a hurry.Free Ddos Tool Hack Forums Pics here.Youve got to go to college And youre going to stitch, stitch, stitch, to keep me there Not this chicken.Mother wants you to have a profession failing that, she will get you into a bank, or something of the kind.Thats no good to me, said Sid.Im going into the bush.What could you do there Youve had no experience.Havent I I can ride for one thing, Sid answered.Quiet horses, Keira added.But some horses buck, you know.Well, it only wants a little practice to learn to sit them.But suppose you get hurt during the practice Lots of people get killed off horsesI must take my chance like the rest.The best were newchums at the start, Sid reasoned.Anyhow, I can ride a good deal better than some of the men Ive seen knocking about here.I wouldnt get much wages at first, but ever so little would be a help.Youd have one less, to keep tooYoure a dear good brother, Sid, said Keira, as she bent down and kissed him.But I dont think mother would let you go on a squattage.She has a horror of such places since poor fathers fate.What that fate was no one had any definite knowledge.At the time Keira referred to he was the owner of Kanillabar, a big cattle run a hundred miles from Wonnaroo.Those were happy days for the Warris.The only thing that was wanting was sufficient water for the stock.The waterholes were few and far between, and in ordinary dry seasons the cattle had to go long distances for a drink.Then a big drought came, and Warri went west in search of country to save his stock from perishing.A stockman named Dick Cranston, and two aborigines went with him.They took a pack horse and enough provisions for a fortnight.For a pastoralist in the back parts of Queensland, Warri was a notoriously poor bushman.His sense of locality was so dull that he got lost on his own run.He was a rugged character, with little learning.Though he mixed with the best people in the district, he was unmistakably a misfit in a toney drawing room.But he was a rough diamond, with apparently plenty of money.His social eminence he owed to this, and to the influence of his wife, who was a woman of education and refinement.The end of the fortnight did not bring him back two months passed, and still there came no tidings of the explorers.Then one evening Dick Cranston returned alone.They had reached the bank of a stream called Mingo Creek, Cranston related, when a thunderstorm came on.They hobbled their horses out, and sheltered in the hollow of a tree, where they placed their saddles and bags.It rained nearly all night, and they slept together among the baggage.In the morning it was found that the horses had crossed the creek, which was then running armpit deep.The blacks refused to go into it, saying that it was a bunyip water.Leaving Cranston making a damper, Warri went across himself and that was the last that was seen of him.Heavy rain set in, and it continued all day.The creek rose a banker, and Cranston was unable to cross or track the horse hunter.He searched for days along the bank, living on what he could catch in the bush for the bags had been plundered during an unsuccessful hunt after the horses.The latter were afterwards picked up, having made back as far as they could get to their old haunts but no trace could be discovered of the two blacks, whom Cranston said had deserted him by the flooded creek.After his return to Kanillabar, Cranston managed the squattage for Mrs.Warri.
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