Well, there! I won't bother you with all that--though, truly, I tell you, it's the nearest touch with the Infinite I'VE ever known....

Lord! I remember the first night I camped right in the Bush--me rolled in my blanket on one side of the fire, and Leura-Jim the black-boy on the other.

And the wonder of it all coming over me as I lay broad awake thinking of the contrast between London and its teeming millions--and the awful solitude of the Bush....

I wonder if your blood would have run cold as mine did when the grass rustled under stealthy footsteps and me thinking it was the blacks sneaking us--and the relief of hearing three dismal howls and knowing it was dingoes and not blacks.' 'I'd have loved it' murmured Bridget tensely.

'Go on, please.' 'Well, I've got to come to the tragedy.