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The morning mists hung heavily over the Main Range when Ludwig Lappe and his bride left the Meisenhelter home. Old boots and showers of rice were pelted at them as they drove off in a buckboard buggy on their honeymoon--a honeymoon to be spent on the farm of Lappe's father at Geham. The mists cleared as they passed Harlaxton, and on the heights of Stony Pinch they stopped and looked back. Toowoomba lay away to the south, dimly seen in the distance, and the sun on their right as they faced the north, peeped over a gold tipped cloud, and slowly rose into the sky of day. Lappe curved his left arm around his young wife's waist, and kissed her. "Mine now, Louisa, mine altogether."
-"Yes, yours Ludwig, yours already and for ever," and Louisa nestled closer to her Herculean lover and husband. Then they drove on. After a while, she said: "You vos so foolish, Ludwig, to be jealous of Jacob. You made such a scene."