Arrived at Greenock. Visited madam the gracious post-mistress, and obtained her signature. Prized, because it is the first in a lady's hand in the book. Then on to Kapunda. Undulating country, with good riding all the way. Arrived about 6 o'clock—hungry.
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This afternoon I met a cyclist seated in a spring dray, steadying his machine with one hand and himself with the other. They were noisily approaching at a jig-jog. We stopped.
"Good-day!"
"Good-day!"
"Accident?" I asked.
"No—only this is less like graft. And where are you bound for?"
"Head of the line if all goes well!"
"Oodnadatta?"