The Trotter, 175 



I laughingly thanked him, but dedined his kind offer. I told him 

 I would call upon him quite a different figure when I came back 

 from Melbourne; which I did. As long as I remained in that part 

 of the country we were sworn friends. Our kangaroo-cart never 

 went up to town without leaving him a hind quarter of a kangaroo, 

 or a bunch of game 3 and it never came down again without a little 

 present of some kind or other, if it was only a large pumpkin. 



So strangely do old acquaintances meet in this world when they 

 least expect itj and so strangely is something or other always turn- 

 ing up in after years to revive within us the memories of our past 

 lives? 



