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mothers use them as bogy men. When he saw the bobby he slipped into the tent.

The bobby rode up & said, "Are you in there Bunda?"

A very subdued "Yes" from Bunda.

"Come out here I want to see you. Have you been in New South Wales before?"

A very scared "No"

"You have not the NSW brand on the rump then."

"No" from Bunda.

"We will fix you up at Asford then tomorrow."

We did not see the law when passing Ashford, but noticed a scared look about Bunda, he had not told us then. Poor Bunda.

My colonial oath, Piggy was good eating.

We swam FRASERS CREEK next, a nasty swilling stream, the only place Donald would not swim with me, had to dive away to miss his front feet. Got the dray across at the homestead.

After we got into NSW the rain eased off a bit.

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