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Monday arrived -- last day of November and seventeenth anniversary of my birth -- and I celebrated it in a manner which I capitally enjoyed.
It was the time of the annual muster at Cummabella -- a cattle-station seventeen miles eastward from Caddagat -- and all our men were there assisting. Word had been sent that a considerable number of beasts among those yarded bore the impress of the Bossier brand on their hides; so on Sunday afternoon uncle Jay-Jay had also proceeded thither to be in readiness for the final drafting early on Monday morning. This left us manless, as Frank Hawden, being incapacitated with a dislocated wrist, was spending a few weeks in Gool-Gool until he should be fit for work again.