It's the hardest earned money of all, that's got on the cross, if fellows only knew, but they never do till it's too late.
When we got tired of doing nothing, and being in a strange place, we'd get across the border, above Albury somewhere, and work on the mountain runs till shearing came round again; and we could earn a fairish bit of money.

Then we'd go home for Christmas after it was all over, and see mother and Aileen again.

How glad and frightened they'd be to see us.

It wouldn't be safe altogether, but go we would..