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 cooking. We put the billy of tea and our tucker-bags between the heads of our beds, and the pipes and tobacco in the crown of an old hat, where we could reach them without having to get up. Then we lay down on our stomachs and had a feed. We didn't eat much―we were too tired for that―but we drank a lot of tea. We gave our calves time to tone down a bit; then we lit up and began to answer each other. It got to be pretty comfortable, so long as we kept those unfortunate legs of ours straight, and didn't move round much.

We cursed society because we weren't rich men, and then we felt better and conversation drifted lazily round various subjects and ended in that of smoking.

'How I came to start smoking?' said Mitchell. 'Let's see.' He reflected. 'I started smoking first when I was about fourteen or fifteen. I smoked some sort of weed―I forget the name of it―but it wasn't tobacco; and then I smoked cigarettes―not the ones we get now, for those cost a penny each. Then I reckoned that, if I could smoke those, I could smoke a pipe.'

He reflected.

'We lived in Sydney then―Surry Hills. Those were different times; the place was nearly all sand. The old folks were alive then, and we were all at home, except Tom.'

He reflected.

'Ah, well!.…Well, one evening I was playing marbles out in front of our house when a chap we knew gave me his pipe to mind while he went into