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By the time we started on our final stage, from Melbourne to Sydney, the overseer had become such a confirmed rusher that there was no steadying him anywhere. He had been elbowed aside, and knocked down so much and left behind so often in the rush for trams and boats and buses, in the struggle for seats and the crush at theatres, that he became desperate.
He was familiar with rushing cattle and scurrying sheep; but the stampeding human animal was a new departure. It was no use saying "Whey!" to him. It was equally useless to crack a whip at him; you could only stop him with a gatling gun.