"There were six of us: but my eldest brother and myself could do something."
"And you all emigrated with your father?"
"Why, you see, at last he couldn't get no work, and trade was dull, and we were nigh starving. I remember I was always hungry then—always."
"And you all came out?"
"All but my eldest brother. When we were on the way to the ship, he got frightened and turned back, and wouldn't come. My poor mother cried very much, and begged him hard. Now the last we heard of him is, that he is very badly off, and can't get no work at all."
"Is your father yet alive?"
"Yes, he has land up in Adelaide."
"Is your mother alive?"
"No; she died of the cholera, coming over. You see the cholera broke out in the ship, and fifty-three people died, one after t'other, and were thrown into the sea. My mother died, and they threw her into the sea. And then my little sister, only nine months old, died, because there was nobody to take care of her, and they threw her into the sea—poor little thing!"
"Was it not dreadful to see the people dying around you? Did you not feel frightened for yourself?"