Lost Lenore: The Adventures of a Rolling StoneReid, Mayne
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Lost Lenore: The Adventures of a Rolling Stone
Reid, Mayne
Adventure stories; Dime novels; Fiction
The squatters, living on their "stations"--at a distance from large
towns, or assemblages of the digging population--are noted for their
hospitality. They lead, in general, a lonely life; and, for this
reason, visitors with whom they can converse, and who can bring them the
latest news from the world of society, are ever welcome.
Both the climate and customs of Australia make visitors less troublesome
to their hosts, than in almost any other part of the world.
The traveller is usually provided with his own blankets, carried in a
roll; and these, wrapped around him in the open air, he prefers to the
best bed his host could provide for him.
All that we should require from our comrade's acquaintance would be his
company, with plenty of substantial food; and with this last article the
squatters of Australia are abundantly supplied.
Not wishing to make a toil, of an excursion intended for amusement, we
had purchased an old horse, on which we had packed our blankets, with a
few articles of food to sustain us, till we should reach the station of
the squatter.
We might have accomplished the journey in a single day; but walking
twenty miles within twelve hours, was too much like work; and, on the
first night, after leaving Melbourne, we had only made about half the
distance!
We had sauntered leisurely along, and spent at least three or four hours
under the shade of the trees growing by the side of the road.
This style of travelling appeared to suit the old horse, as much as his
masters. It was an animal that had seen its best days; and seemed
averse to any movement that called for a high degree of speed. Like
most of his kind, in the colonies, he was as much at home in one place
as another; and, wherever we stopped for repose, he appeared to think
that the halt was made for his especial accommodation.
We did not make much effort to undeceive him. He had seen hard times;
and we were, probably, the best masters that had ever owned him.
On the second morning, shortly after resuming our journey, we observed
some hills, thickly covered with timber--at some distance to the right
of our road. We diverged from the direct path--to see whether we could
not find a kangaroo, or some other harmless creature, possessing a happy
existence, that might be put an end to.
This undertaking was a success--so far as the kangaroos were concerned--
since we were not able to do injury to any of these creatures.
We caught a glimpse of two or three of them, at a distance; but, after
roaming about the timbered ranges for several hours, we did not succeed
to get within killing distance of any of them.
We returned to the bank of the river--just in time to form our bivouac,
before the night fell upon us--having accomplished during the day, about
four miles in the direction in which we intended going!
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