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When Donald, disguised as a swagman, with bluey on shoulder and billy in hand, on the night of the ball, made his way to Storm-Cliff, he was a man with a purpose, and a determined man too; for he had undertaken to solve a problem at the risk of his life.
His objective was a wild, rocky declivity on the shore-line, north of Storm-Cliff, overgrown with scrub and stunted trees, with here and there a tall fir or pine. Running through it to the small cove, which looked as if it had been blasted out of the rocky coast-line, was a stream of clear, fresh water. Thus on three sides of the gully there was a sharp rise, and on the fourth a tiny bay with pebbly beach. It was not an uncommon thing for a sundowner or other humble traveller to Sydney from the south, humping swag and billy, to camp in this sheltered nook for the night.