Up the Country: A Saga of Pioneering Days

Emily was not finding life so thrilling. She had now given up hope of seeing Bert Poole till next summer and, to youth and ardent first love, that was a long way off. The letters between herself and Louisa were now short and formal since Papa did not encourage the correspondence, and the winter was already severe, with snowdrifts making the ranges between Gowandale and Maneroo well-nigh impassable. But love never knows its luck.

-"There's a letter here from Labosseer," said Mazere one evening upon opening the mail bag, which he had left till the evening meal had been cleared away.