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lame, & had to stay with the tail of the mob, as soon as they were all right they got back to their mates in their old positions. We had names for a lot of them. One was a reject from the mob sold the year before, as the butcher's drover said he had a LA-DI-DA ALEXANDER LIMP, which was then very fashionable, as the PRINCE of Wales used to favour it. He still had the limp, so was LA-DI-DA. It was at St RUTH, that the boss had bonza tandem SUFFOLK PUNCHES in a dray.

He rode, & drove them by voice. A little further on, in a one chain lane, & a black soil  formed road in the middle, which was very much deformed, when each bullock trod in the same track as the one in front, like sweet potato hills right acros the road, a very irate resident was just about going to eat us raw.

But boys who go droving have to be bits of BUSH LAWYERS, so

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