“And what would you do?”
“I should give the woman some money, enough to enable her to return to her parents. As for the man, I should leave him to his fate.”
“Then you would act very foolishly,—as I would, if I followed your advice. The woman having got home, would be there to annoy me. I wish to go back to my native place; and be happy there for the rest of my days. How could that be—living along side a wife who had so disgraced me?”
I could say nothing more to dissuade Farrell from his purpose; and we parted company—he shortly after starting for Melbourne, to take passage for New York.
The after-fate of his faithless wife, and her wretched paramour, some other must record: for, from that hour, I never heard of either of them again.
Volume Three—Chapter Three.
The Rush to Avoca.
After passing four or five days in looking about the Canadian, Eureka, and Gravel-pits, “leads” on the Ballarat Gold-fields, and finding no favourable opportunity of getting into a good claim, I determined to proceed to Avoca river, for which place a big “rush” was just starting—that, by all accounts, would turn out a success.