A Bush Breakfast 



AVE you ever taken your break- 

 fast into the bush? If you 

 have not, you have missed much 

 of the joy of life. Lunch and tea 

 we have all eaten in the open 

 many and many a time, and have 

 all enjoyed to the utmost; but the 

 morning meal eaten under the 

 gum boughs, while the day is 



yet young, is unlike any other meal known on this prosaic 

 earth. 



Breakfast is proverbially the unsociable meal of the day, 

 and the most contemptuous thing that has been said about 

 people is that they are " brilliant at breakfast." According 

 to all traditions the correct way to begin the day is with a 

 silent meal, attention divided between the bacon and the news- 

 paper, not a smile for anyone, and not a word beyond a " pass 

 the butter, please," or similar phrase. And as for the visitor 

 who arrives for breakfast, there are no words to describe him, 

 so unheard of and unwelcome would he be if he dared to come. 



But when' you take your breakfast into the bush it is quite 

 different. You leave the silent and unsociable self behind, and 

 only your friendliest, happiest you goes out. The horror of 



