Quite a large village has sprung up on the plateau in rear of the old homestead; a village in which may be counted four substantial houses, “standing in their own grounds,” and one tiny wooden church.
On the fertile plains that surround the plateau hundreds of splendid cattle are grazing, whilst the meadows and inclosures nearer home are enlivened by young horses sufficient in number to furnish remounts for any light cavalry corps in the service.
The village is inhabited by the employés of “Jamieson, Flinders, and Weston,” the largest and most successful horse-breeders and farmers in the colony; and in the four substantial houses dwell the families of Messieurs Tom Flinders, Frank Jamieson, George Maurice Weston, and Richard (commonly called Dick) Jamieson; the little church is “served” by the Reverend James Jamieson.
Major and Mrs Flinders reside in the old house with Mr Weston and his wife.
And now let us lay down our pen, saying: “God save all this fayre compagnie!”
The End.
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