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It was the body of the guard
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A native child…slept peacefully
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“Pupil Toliné! Stand up!”
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Paganel, as usual, made himself the guide of the party
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Curious specimens of gold were exhibited
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Every minute he picked up a pebble…which he examined carefully
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Horses, oxen, and wagon could easily pass between these widely spaced and arranged trees
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They camped at the foot of some eucalyptus
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They were about thirty in number
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All these weapons were wielded by frenzied hands
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Paganel had the first watch
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The “menure,” or lyre bird
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It was a charming house, built of wood and brick
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The dogs roused a band of kangaroos
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A hail-storm of extreme violence assailed the travellers
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The night passed…beneath a vast mass of tree ferns
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The Searcher’s route across Australia
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Bright flashes of lightning…illuminated the horizon
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MacNabbs lay down on the ground
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The heavy vehicle did not move
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“With Your Honour’s permission, I will go myself.”
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A shot rang out
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A couple of emus…passed between the shrubs
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The gusts of wind redoubled their violence
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They carried Mulrady back to the wagon
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