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The drought is at last broken. We felt this drought keenly. At Woollahra, our carnations were in a fearful state. Our snapdragons were scarcely able to snap.
In the country they were running barely 25 prickly-pear plants to the acre. We used to go out on our farm and look at our wheat, or it might have been sheep--it would depend where we were looking--and moan.