More than that, you could get back to old New South Wales by way of the Snowy River, and then on to Monaro.

After that we knew where we were.
Going away was easy enough, in a manner of speaking; but we'd been a month in Melbourne, and when you mind that we were not bad-looking chaps, fairishly dressed, and with our pockets full of money, it was only what might be looked for if we had made another friend or two besides Mrs.Morrison, the landlady of our inn, and Gippsland drovers.
When we had time to turn round a bit in Melbourne of course we began to make a few friends.

Wherever a man goes, unless he keeps himself that close that he won't talk to any one or let any one talk to him, he's sure to find some one he likes to be with better than another.

If he's old and done with most of his fancies, except smokin' and drinkin' it's a man.

If he's young and got his life before him it's a woman.