On the plains where the coolibars grow.”
CHAPTER XVII
THE PEAK OF BEN ATHOL
By rolling plain and rocky shelf,
With stock-whip in his hand,
He reached at last, oh, lucky elf,
The Town of Come-and-help-yourself,
In Rough-and-ready Land.
—A. B. Paterson.
OH!” said Jean, despairingly. “I wish to goodness I hadn’t been born fat!”