He had an idea that he'd strike a place where we'd seen the colour of gold on our last expedition, but weren't able then to investigate it.

I've never been bitten by the gold fever like some fellows, and I daresay that I've missed chances.

But I thought cattle were a safer investment, and I've seen too much misery and destruction come from following that gold will o' the wisp, for me to have been tempted to run after it.
Old Ninnis was the next to leave, I made him take the offer of a job that he had.

When it came to drawing water five miles for the head-station, and keeping it in an iron tank sunk in the ground, with a manhole and padlocked cover for fear of its being got at, the fewer there were of us the better.

Now the station is being run by the Boss and the Malay boy, who is a sharp little chap, and more use in the circumstances than any white man.