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"
They
might
have
sealed
it
with
a
bit
of
tar
instead
of
leaving
it
the
same
old
dirt
.
"
"
What
for
?
We
're
used
to
eating
dust
out
here
,
and
think
of
the
expense
of
making
a
bed
strong
enough
to
resist
the
mud
.
The
new
road
is
straight
,
they
keep
it
well
graded
and
it
cut
out
thirteen
of
our
twenty-seven
gates
.
Only
fourteen
left
between
Gilly
and
the
homestead
,
and
just
you
wait
and
see
what
we
've
done
to
them
,
Frank
.
No
more
opening
and
closing
gates
.
"
The
Rolls
ran
up
a
ramp
toward
a
steel
gate
which
lifted
lazily
;
the
moment
the
car
passed
under
it
and
got
a
few
yards
down
the
track
,
the
gate
lowered
itself
closed
.
"
Wonders
never
cease
!
"
said
Frank
.
"
We
were
the
first
station
around
here
to
install
the
automatic
ramp
gates
--
only
between
the
Milparinka
road
and
the
homestead
,
of
course
.
The
paddock
gates
still
have
to
be
opened
and
closed
by
hand
.
"
"
Well
,
I
reckon
the
bloke
that
invented
these
gates
must
have
opened
and
closed
a
lot
in
his
time
,
eh
?
"
Frank
grinned
;
it
was
the
first
sign
of
amusement
he
had
shown
.
But
then
he
fell
silent
,
so
his
mother
concentrated
on
her
driving
,
unwilling
to
push
him
too
quickly
.
When
they
passed
under
the
last
gate
and
entered
the
Home
Paddock
,
he
gasped
.
"
I
'd
forgotten
how
lovely
it
is
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
's
home
,
"
said
Fee
.
"
We
've
looked
after
it
.
"
She
drove
the
Rolls
down
to
the
garages
and
then
walked
with
him
back
to
the
big
house
,
only
this
time
he
carried
his
case
himself
.
