It is the beginning of November--November in the Southern hemisphere, not the raw, foggy month of the North--November in Central Australia, where the sun rises hot and red in a breathless morn, and sinks at night in a heated haze, hovering around the level horizon. It has been a day to doze in the shade if possible, and dream of icebergs. The short twilight is rapidly fading into the darkness of a moonless night. Scarcely darkness, however, for the brilliant constellations of the south and the radiant evening star in the west lend their rays to light up the scene. Under the verandah of a rough hut--mud walls with galvanized iron roof,--three men are sitting indolently smoking the evening pi…
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