666 brand on them I'd muster from four to five hundred.

The mistake I made was in not selling out for what I could get at the beginning of the Drought.

But it was the long time in Leichardt's Town that had me there.
It was bad luck all through from first to last.

Mustering those beasts for boiling down started that old spear wound afresh.

Until it got well again, there was nothing for it but to sit tight and wait.
Moongarr Bill left to make a prospecting trip on my old tracks up the Bight--took Cudgee and the black-boy with him.