All That Swagger by Miles Franklin — Read

Robert's father maintained his hardihood at Burrabinga. Johanna had called it a lost region in days when none wanted it, and up to the time of her great-grandchildren its caves and gorges, streams and mountain crests, were to remain but little-known to any save wombats and eagles or those who would ride the Federal Capital Territory. In the beginning hundreds of thousands of acres were held in Crown Leases at less than £50 per annum. At that, the lessees paid high in endurance, hard sweat, loneliness and physical danger, and if ever a holding was earned it was Burrabinga by the Delacys, despite the racial or legal rights of any other man's posterity.

The distances round about were estimated from Burrabinga. Old Nullah-Mundoey made it a landmark and it was called sixty miles from everywhere, because it was sixty miles from Gool Gool as well as the Township. It was thirty miles from the corroboree grounds, twenty from Wong Foo, also twenty from O'Neill's outpost to the south. He was jealous of intruders at his end, and Wong Foo was an acute inspector at his. Delacy had won their loyalty.