The base of the two-peaked rock that looked so silvery in the moon is now seen to be covered with manuscript advertisements posted on it; we can only read two or three as we run to our work:
“Immense reduction in eggs only one shilling each!!! Bevan's store.”
“Go-ahead library and registration office for new chums. Tom Long in the dead-horse gully.”
“If this meets the i of Tom Bowles he will ear of is pal in the iron-bark gully.”
“This is to give notice that whereas my wife Elizabeth Sutton has taken to drink and gone off with my mate Bob, I will not be answerable for your debts nor hold any communication with you in future.
“JAMES SUTTON.”
A young Jew, Nathan, issued from Levi's tent with a rough table and two or three pair of scales and other paraphernalia of a gold assayer and merchant. This was not the first mine by many the old Jew had traded in.
His first customers this morning were George and Robinson.
“Our tent was attacked last night, Mr. Levi.”
“Again? humph!”