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ON the evening of the third day after Captain Axthorpe's little dinner party in honor of Messrs. Blaxland and Wentworth, Red O'Shaughnessy found himself arrived at Mr. Blaxland's farm on the South Creek, near where the town of Penrith has been situated since a date not very much later than the period with which these chronicles have to do. He had walked beside Sam Snodgrass's bullocks all the way from Sydney, his few effects being carried with the stores and supplies on the dray. It had been a pleasant enough journey, for the autumn weather was crisp and bracing in the first week of May, and Sam, the bullock-driver, a prisoner like himself, was a good fellow and the best of company.
"Glory be!" he had remarked, when O'Shaughnessy presented him with Mr. Blaxland's note. "So youm one o' they fellies that's a-goin' to lose hisself along o' th' boss in them ------ mountains, eh? Well, laad, I'd not go wi' you 'uns, not if Mr. Blaxland was to gie me arl hem got--that I wudden. Youm arl soft for do sich like, an' niver again will any of us set eyes on ye. But I wish ee luck, arl th' same, laad."