The Wildernes 



long swordgrass, right up to the garden where occasionally not often 

 they do considerable damage by rooting amongst my bulbs. Their 

 queer little cough always betrays them, though I must admit they do 

 not seem at all anxious about hiding their presence. It always gives me 

 a distinct thrill of pleasure to hear that quaint little note just beside 

 my verandah, and its wild touch is a happy contrast to the jazz music 

 thumped out by my neighbour's pianola. More silent than the bandi- 

 coots, though no more stealthy, are the ring-tailed 'possums, of which 



The Big 'Possum 



