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90 whole of my travels I was never stuck-up, although I have seen the bushrangers and they have been on the look out for me; still I am glad to say I never got into their clutches. Oftentimes when at meals at the hotel I have been asked, “When are you going home?” Noticing the bush telegraph close to or opposite me, I would reply, “To-morrow morning early.” As soon as the meal was over I would saddle up and away, so not a soul knew when I would be on the road.