On The Wallaby, The Diary of a Queensland Swagman by Edward S. Sorenson

While having my mid-day meal at the foot of a hill beyond Breakfast Creek I was joined by a veteran whose very hide bore evidence of an extensive knowledge of western latitudes. Old and grizzly, unkempt and travel-stained, he was "goin' in." He strode jauntily up to where I sat, nibbling a blade of grass as he came.

"Well, young fellow," he said, unslinging his swag and depositing it carefully in the shade. "How goes it?"