The ground joins on to your old pegs; and the wonder to me is that nobody has ever struck the place.

However, that's not so queer as you might think, for there has been very little talk of gold up here--in fact the P.M.

does Warden's work.

Besides, the drought has kept squatters from pushing out, and it's too far off for the casual prospector.

Luckily, the drought has driven the Blacks away too, further into the ranges; and I haven't seen any Myalls this trip like the ones that went for us last time.