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"I'd been away from home for eight years," said Mitchell to his mate, as they dropped their swags in the mulga shade and sat down. "I hadn't written a letter -- kept putting it off, and a blundering fool of a fellow that got down the day before me told the old folks that he'd heard I was dead."
Here he took a pull at his water-bag.