I cut this big one in half with the fire-shovel, and the head part walked away as if nothing had happened.

I must tell the man not to give us rotten wood, or some of us will be getting a nip.

It's a long fifty miles from Captain Brentwood's," said Mrs.
Buckley after a time.

"And that's a very good day's work for little Bronsewing, carrying your father." "And what has been the news since I have been away,--eh, mother ?" "Why, the greatest news is that the Donovans have sold their station, and are off to Port Phillip." "All the world is moving there," said Sam.

"Who has he sold it to ?" "That I can't find out .-- There's your father, my love." There was the noise of horses' feet and merry voices in the little gravelled yard behind the house, heard above a joyous barking of dogs.
Sam ran out to hold his father's horse, and soon came into the room again, accompanied by his father and Captain Brentwood.
After the first greetings were over, candles were lighted, and the three men stood on the hearth-rug together--a very remarkable group, as you would have said, had you seen them.