Do you think we've forgotten the potatoes ?' '-- -- the potatoes,' said the man, bursting into tears.

Then he chucked away his swag, and threw himself under the tent upon the straw.

The next day he was making things as straight as he could down the shaft.
When they had been at work about five weeks there was a pole stuck into their heap of dirt, and on the top of the pole there was a little red flag flying.

At about thirty feet from the surface, when they had already been obliged to insert transverse logs in the shaft to prevent the sides from falling in, they had come upon a kind of soil altogether different from the ordinary clay through which they had been working.
There was a stratum of loose shingle or gravelly earth, running apparently in a sloping direction, taking the decline of the very slight hill on which their claim was situated.

Mick, as soon as this was brought to light, became an altered man.