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On Monday morning Stahmer, Deaf Harry and I left for Eurombah, a squattage 12 miles distant, that was famed for its brumbies, barramundi and bunyip. The brumbies ran in big mobs in the brigalow scrubs; the barramundi grew to huge proportions in Eurombah Lagoon, which, according to the blacks, who had long shunned it, was also the home of the bunyip.
A thunderstorm the day before had left pools and sheets of water gleaming all over the flats. There was still a drizzling rain when we started, and as none of us had overcoats we substituted flour-sacks by cutting a hole in the bottom, and slitting the sides for arm-holes, and slipping them over our heads. Reaching below our knees, with our trousers tucked up, they kept us fairly dry. The idea was Harry's. He had a fondness for bags. The greater part of his pack consisted of Wagga rugs and Murrum bidgee blankets.