"And what has been the news since I have been away,--eh, mother?" "Why, the greatest news is that the Donovans have sold their station, and are off to Port Phillip." "All the world is moving there," said Sam. "Who has he sold it to?" "That I can't find out.--There's your father, my love." There was the noise of horses' feet and merry voices in the little gravelled yard behind the house, heard above a joyous barking of dogs. Sam ran out to hold his father's horse, and soon came into the room again, accompanied by his father and Captain Brentwood. After the first greetings were over, candles were lighted, and the three men stood on the hearth-rug together--a very remarkable group, as you would have said, had you seen them. You might go a long while in any country without seeing three such men in company. Captain Brentwood, of Artillery renown, was a square, powerfully built man, say five-foot-ten in height. His face, at first sight, appeared rather a stupid one beside the Major's, expressing rather determination than intelligence; but once engage him in a conversation which interested him, and you would be surprised to see how animated it could become. Then the man, usually so silent, would open up the store-house of his mind, speaking with an eloquence and a force which would surprise one who did not know him, and which made the Doctor often take the losing side of an argument for the purpose of making him speak. Add to this that he was a thoroughly amiable man, and, as Jim would tell you (in spite of a certain severe whipping you wot of), a most indulgent and excellent father. Major Buckley's shadow had grown no less,--nay, rather greater, since first we knew him. In other respects, very little alteration, except that his curling brown hair had grown thinner about the temples, and was receding a little from his forehead. But what cared he for that! He was not the last of the Buckleys. One remarks now, as the two stand together, that Sam, though but nineteen, is very nearly as tall as his father, and promises to be as broad across the shoulders some day, being an exception to colonially-bred men in general, who are long and narrow. He is standing and talking to his father. "Well, Sam," said the Major, "so you're back safe,--eh, my boy! A rough time, I don't doubt. Strange store-cattle are queer to drive at any time, particularly such weather as you have had." "And such a lot, too!" said Sam. "Tell you what, father: it's lucky you've got them cheap, for the half of them are off the ranges." "Scrubbers, eh?" said the Major; "well, we must take what we can catch, with this Port Phillip rush. Let's sit down to dinner; I've got some news that will please you. Fish, eh? See there, Brentwood! What do you think of that for a blackfish? (What was his weight, my dear?)" "Seven pounds and a half, as the black fellows brought him in," said Mrs. Buckley. "A very pretty fish," said the Major. "My dear, what is the news?"