144 IN AUSTRALIAN WILDS 



Coorong country was infested with Foxes, which took 

 toll of lambs and poultry. At noon we called a halt 

 for lunch. Bob soon had the billy boiling, and grilled 

 some chops to a turn. It was a jolly meal that we 

 ate under a She-oak tree. 



THE COORONG. 



We were now on the Coorong Road, and McGrath's 

 Flat, the site of a station homestead, was reached at 

 2 p.m. Rain had fallen steadily for an hour, and the 

 sky showed no sign of clearing. We drove to a 

 grassy flat bordering the lake, and the billy was boiled 

 once more, for there is nothing to equal tea when one 

 is wet and cold. The wind moaned around a wurlie 

 whose owners were away, and vicious little waves 

 darted at a boat drawn up on the shore. We coveted 

 the craft, and fervently wished that "Jemmy" had 

 been more considerate than to leave home on this par- 

 ticular day. We met him a few days later, driving 

 back from the township to his wurlie on the Coorong. 



