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Part 2—Australia-18
Already the wheels of the wagon were making deep ruts on the wide plains, covered with blackish alluvium, as it passed on between tufts of luxuriant grass and fresh fields of gastrolobium. As evening came on, a white mist on the horizon marked the course of the Snowy River. Several additional miles were got over, and a forest of tall trees came in sight at a bend of the road, behind a gentle eminence. Ayrton turned his team a little toward the great trunks, lost in shadow, and he had got to the skirts of the wood, about half-a-mile from the river, when the wagon suddenly sank up to the middle of the wheels. “Stop!” he called out to the horsemen following him. “What is wrong?” inquired Glenarvan. “We have stuck in the mud,” replied Ayrton. He tried to stimulate the bullocks to a fresh e
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