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Rh To the next dog's house; right across the Bay Ran a line that was hideous with horrid sounds From the hungry throats of two hundred hounds.

So one more year passed, and the brutes on the logs Had grown more like devils than common dogs. There was such a hell-chorus by day and night That the settlers ashore were chilled with fright When they thought—if that legion should break away, And come in with the tide some fatal day!

But they 'scaped that chance; for a man came in From the Bush, one day, with a 'possum's skin To the throat filled up with large pearls he'd found To the north, on the shore of the Shark's Bay Sound. And the settlement blazed with a wild commotion At sight of the gems from the wealthy ocean.

Then the settlers all began to pack Their tools and tents, and to ask the track