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McNabbs
lay
down
on
the
ground
,
and
,
after
a
close
scrutiny
,
he
could
distinctly
see
several
men
stooping
down
and
lifting
themselves
up
alternately
,
as
if
they
were
looking
on
the
ground
for
recent
marks
.
The
Major
resolved
to
find
out
what
these
fellows
were
about
,
and
without
the
least
hesitation
or
so
much
as
arousing
his
companions
,
crept
along
,
lying
flat
on
the
ground
,
like
a
savage
on
the
prairies
,
completely
hidden
among
the
long
grass
.
IT
was
a
frightful
night
.
At
two
A.
M.
the
rain
began
to
fall
in
torrents
from
the
stormy
clouds
,
and
continued
till
daybreak
.
The
tent
became
an
insufficient
shelter
.
Glenarvan
and
his
companions
took
refuge
in
the
wagon
;
they
did
not
sleep
,
but
talked
of
one
thing
and
another
.
The
Major
alone
,
whose
brief
absence
had
not
been
noticed
,
contented
himself
with
being
a
silent
listener
.
There
was
reason
to
fear
that
if
the
storm
lasted
longer
the
Snowy
River
would
overflow
its
banks
,
which
would
be
a
very
unlucky
thing
for
the
wagon
,
stuck
fast
as
it
was
already
in
the
soft
ground
.
Mulrady
,
Ayrton
and
Mangles
went
several
times
to
ascertain
the
height
of
the
water
,
and
came
back
dripping
from
head
to
foot
.
At
last
day
appeared
;
the
rain
ceased
,
but
sunlight
could
not
break
through
the
thick
clouds
.
Large
patches
of
yellowish
water
--
muddy
,
dirty
ponds
indeed
they
were
--
covered
the
ground
.
A
hot
steam
rose
from
the
soaking
earth
,
and
saturated
the
atmosphere
with
unhealthy
humidity
.
Glenarvan
's
first
concern
was
the
wagon
;
this
was
the
main
thing
in
his
eyes
.
They
examined
the
ponderous
vehicle
,
and
found
it
sunk
in
the
mud
in
a
deep
hollow
in
the
stiff
clay
.
The
forepart
had
disappeared
completely
,
and
the
hind
part
up
to
the
axle
.
It
would
be
a
hard
job
to
get
the
heavy
conveyance
out
,
and
would
need
the
united
strength
of
men
,
bullocks
,
and
horses
.
"
At
any
rate
,
we
must
make
haste
,
"
said
John
Mangles
.
"
If
the
clay
dries
,
it
will
make
our
task
still
more
difficult
.
"
"
Let
us
be
quick
,
then
,
"
replied
Ayrton
.
Glenarvan
,
his
two
sailors
,
John
Mangles
,
and
Ayrton
went
off
at
once
into
the
wood
,
where
the
animals
had
passed
the
night
.
It
was
a
gloomy-looking
forest
of
tall
gum-trees
;
nothing
but
dead
trees
,
with
wide
spaces
between
,
which
had
been
barked
for
ages
,
or
rather
skinned
like
the
cork-oak
at
harvest
time
.
A
miserable
network
of
bare
branches
was
seen
above
two
hundred
feet
high
in
the
air
.
Not
a
bird
built
its
nest
in
these
aerial
skeletons
;
not
a
leaf
trembled
on
the
dry
branches
,
which
rattled
together
like
bones
.
To
what
cataclysm
is
this
phenomenon
to
be
attributed
,
so
frequent
in
Australia
,
entire
forests
struck
dead
by
some
epidemic
;
no
one
knows
;
neither
the
oldest
natives
,
nor
their
ancestors
who
have
lain
long
buried
in
the
groves
of
the
dead
,
have
ever
seen
them
green
.
Glenarvan
as
he
went
along
kept
his
eye
fixed
on
the
gray
sky
,
on
which
the
smallest
branch
of
the
gum-trees
was
sharply
defined
.
Ayrton
was
astonished
not
to
discover
the
horses
and
bullocks
where
he
had
left
them
the
preceding
night
.
They
could
not
have
wandered
far
with
the
hobbles
on
their
legs
.
They
looked
over
the
wood
,
but
saw
no
signs
of
them
,
and
Ayrton
returned
to
the
banks
of
the
river
,
where
magnificent
mimosas
were
growing
.
He
gave
a
cry
well
known
to
his
team
,
but
there
was
no
reply
.
The
quartermaster
seemed
uneasy
,
and
his
companions
looked
at
him
with
disappointed
faces
.
An
hour
had
passed
in
vain
endeavors
,
and
Glenarvan
was
about
to
go
back
to
the
wagon
,
when
a
neigh
struck
on
his
ear
,
and
immediately
after
a
bellow
.
