Our Selection 5 (Steele Rudd)

Steele Rudd

Chapter 5.

The Night We Watched For Wallabies.

It had been a bleak July day, and as night came on a bitter westerly howled through the trees. Cold! wasn’t it cold! The pigs in the sty, hungry and half-fed (we wanted for ourselves the few pumpkins that had survived the drought) fought savagely with each other for shelter, and squealed all the time like — well, like pigs. The cows and calves left the place to seek shelter away in the mountains; while the draught horses, their hair stan...