The blackfellows mounted on the roof, tried to take off the bark, and throw their spears into the hut, but here they were foiled again.

Wherever a sheet of bark was seen to move they watched, and on the first appearance of an enemy, a charge of shot at a few yards' distance told with deadly effect.

Mrs.Donovan, who lay in bed and saw the whole, told my father that Lesbia Burke loaded and fired with greater rapidity and precision than her cousin.

A noble woman, I say." "Good old Lesbia!" said Sam; "and how did it end ?" "Why, the foolish blacks fired the woolshed, and brought the Delisles upon them; they tried to fire the roof of the hut, but it was raining too hard; otherwise it would have gone hard with poor Miss Burke.

See, here is a peach-tree they planted, covered with fruit; let us gather some; it is pretty good, for the Donovans have kept it pruned in memory of their escape." "But the hut was not burnt," said Sam; "where did it stand ?" "That pile of earth there, is the remains of the old turf chimney.