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ABOUT SIX MONTHS LATER
‘I say Harry, I can now confidently announce I’ve rid myself of that infernal itch.’
‘Glad to hear it; I’m sick of seeing you dancing about in your saddle as if you’re sitting on a nest of jack jumpers.’
‘Which reminds me, Harry, I’ve been talking with a few blokes down at the pub. They reckon they’ve come all the way from Adelaide on a paddle steamer. How about that? Keen hunters apparently. Somehow, they’ve learnt there are wild pigs in the country northwest of the Murray and seem hell-bent on potting a few. Apparently not far from here. Fancy your chances?’
‘Getting bored, eh? Well, me too. I could do with a decent ride and our nags are putting on too much weight. Anyway, I wonder what that country up there looks like? When do you want to take off?’
‘How
