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THE storm passed away towards the great interior; towards that great interior, cracking the stunted forests, and lashing the lovely lakes into sheets of foam; and so died in the desert, for it never reached Junor. The brisk southwest wind came up, and Nature looked beautiful once more, as though trying, while the ruin of her Berserk fit was still lying around us, to make forget that she ever could be cruel.
It was early on one of these crystal, clear mornings, which one would rashly say only existed in Australia, did one not reflect that one is abroad by daylight there, and lies in bed till the day is warmed here; on a breezy, fresh morning, when the air seems to sparkle like champagne, that Erne and I got on our horses, and rode south to meet the mail.