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166 request. If he had asked me for my heart's blood he should have had it, but his last wish was as impossible to gratify as the first. He gradually sunk, and I saw all hope was gone. During that night, with no protection from the weather, for our tent was blown down, and hundreds of miles from any help, poor Tom breathed his last prayer in my arms. I never knew what misery was till then, and when I came to put the poor dear fellow into the ground and to carve his initials upon the tree under which I buried him with my own hands, I felt as if all the world was gone from me, and I wished a thousand times I could have gone to sleep beside him. This seems strange language from me, I dare say," Dodge said to Slinger, "but we shall know each other better by and by. Come, take a spell at digging whilst I make a coffin."

Before Slinger had completed the grave, Dodge, assisted by Raymond, stripped a tree of its bark (the invariable substitute for boarding in all bush work,) and then laying the body of the bushranger on one sheet placed another over, and binding all tightly together with a rope made of twisted grass, brought the body to the edge of the grave ready for interment.

"'Twas under just such another tree as this," said Dodge, as they lowered it into the earth, "that I buried poor Tom, and in silence too; but come, lads, we must shake off the dismals." Seizing upon the spade he shovelled the earth into the grave without much ceremony or any further show of feeling; in fact, he seemed to think, what he had already displayed required some qualification, for when pressing down the last sods, he exclaimed, "There, you'll lay quiet enough, captain, though you havn't had the benefit of clergy."

Although the disposal of the dead body of the bushranger met with but little consideration, the case of the deceased magistrate was of a different character. His remains were