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Page 4
I must hurry up the slopes and reach the top of the mountain before the rocks
underfoot become like red coals . The dingo lags behind , sitting down now and
then as if hoping that I will turn back , but rising again as I move and struggling ...
I must hurry up the slopes and reach the top of the mountain before the rocks
underfoot become like red coals . The dingo lags behind , sitting down now and
then as if hoping that I will turn back , but rising again as I move and struggling ...
Page 18
... yard and then his steps hurry down a short passage . He does it once a day -
pushes a food bowl under the bars and hisses “ Bloody boong ! The rest of us
have to earn our meal . ” No , I don ' t think he ' s seen me . He never peers into
the ...
... yard and then his steps hurry down a short passage . He does it once a day -
pushes a food bowl under the bars and hisses “ Bloody boong ! The rest of us
have to earn our meal . ” No , I don ' t think he ' s seen me . He never peers into
the ...
Page 52
I should have pleaded with the whites to take me from the surveyors ' camp to the
bush again with some food for the children , but no one had time for that -
everyone was in a hurry to block the river gap before the start of the Wet . Look
here ...
I should have pleaded with the whites to take me from the surveyors ' camp to the
bush again with some food for the children , but no one had time for that -
everyone was in a hurry to block the river gap before the start of the Wet . Look
here ...
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