I go buffalo-shooting.

Me stony broke.

Poor fellow me! Been fifteen years in this God-forgotten country, too," he said reminiscently, placing his elbows on the table, and gazing at the wall in front of him.

"Fifteen years livin' mostly with the blacks and the Chineyman, and livin' like a black or a Chineyman, too.

And what have I got to show for it?
I've got to hump my bluey out of this, and take to the road like any other broken-down old swagman." "It's a bit rough," said Charlie.