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we were too late to block a big white bull go into the mob at a hard gallop.

We pleaded not guilty for teaching Buck to keep up the number & explained that he thought it was the ghost of the bullock we left on top of Crawney Mountain.

Old BINGHI was not taking any orders from that flash fellow stockman, & we were on good feed all the afternoon.

Have often wondered how we got our pack horses, with blankets & tucker over the Hunter. It would not have been friendly of the Hunter, not to give us a swim to finish up with.

The publican at ABERDEEN let us put the bullocks into a big yard for nix, but am afraid he thought us a measly lot of boys, as none of us got drunk, & doubt if the ones with the horses going home called in to see him

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