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Poor man , he was tracked for days ; I don ' t think he remembered when he had
time to stop and gather tucker for his last meal . “ He ' ll never make it back to the
settlement . Boss , what about a piece of biscuit for the poor bugger ? ” I asked .
Poor man , he was tracked for days ; I don ' t think he remembered when he had
time to stop and gather tucker for his last meal . “ He ' ll never make it back to the
settlement . Boss , what about a piece of biscuit for the poor bugger ? ” I asked .
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night , and when they are out looking for tucker , they will catch up with a wallaby
much quicker than any of our fellows with their spears , but . . . yes , whatever luck
the dingoes had did not last ; the country has lately gone hard on all of us .
night , and when they are out looking for tucker , they will catch up with a wallaby
much quicker than any of our fellows with their spears , but . . . yes , whatever luck
the dingoes had did not last ; the country has lately gone hard on all of us .
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and tucker . I was still able then to plunge my digging stick in the ground and
gather some roots . I even often got a handful of witchetty grubs from around the
wattletree stumps . He liked that tucker better than anything gathered from the
bush .
and tucker . I was still able then to plunge my digging stick in the ground and
gather some roots . I even often got a handful of witchetty grubs from around the
wattletree stumps . He liked that tucker better than anything gathered from the
bush .
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