The Legs, That Is The Thighs, Are The Only Parts Worth Taking,
So Shouldering These I Started For Camp A Couple Of Miles Off.
It was
pretty late when I got back, and found Luck ringing a camel-bell violently
and frequently.
He had been a bit anxious at my long absence, and had
taken a bell off one of the camels to guide me in case I was "bushed."
A party of two is too small for a journey that takes them far from
settlements for if anything happens to one, the other has little chance by
himself. The man left in camp does not know what to do - if he goes far
from home, there is the danger of the camp being robbed by natives,
therefore he hesitates to go in search of his mate, who possibly is in
sore need of help from an accident, or bushed, or speared - so many things
might happen. If one broke a limb, as he easily might, what could his mate
do? Nothing. If in waterless country he would have to leave him, or kill
him, or die with him.
Though Luck and I were spared any catastrophes, we often thought of such
things, and therefore felt anxious when either was away for long.
On the 22nd we were surprised at cutting a freshly made dray-track, along
which it was clear that many had passed - and the next day arrived at the
Red Flag, an alluvial rush that had "set in" during our sojourn in the
sand.
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