Sarah sat in the rented room in Sydney where she and the boys had been compelled to stay until a ship was ready to sail to Hobart Town. It pained them all to look at the HM Brig Kangaroo at dock each day with no word of if, or when, she would sail. They’d been removed from the brig the morning they thought they were leaving. Governor Macquarie gave no explanation.
HM Brig KangarooLooking at herself in the small mirror nailed to the wall above the wash basin brought tears. ‘I look so old. James will not recognise me,’ she said to the mirror. The seven-month journey to New South Wales, and now the six months waiting in Sydney had worn her out. Managing James Jr’s behaviour and ensuring William didn’t copy his older brother used up her reserves of energy. She was also running out of money.
