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Colonel Granger and have everything in readiness. A mot- 

 ley crowd we were as we started for Sydney in two small 

 steamers. The rain was falling heavily by this time, and 

 many of the party were decked out in yellow oilskins which 

 had seen much service, so that from 

 a distance they looked not unlike a 

 flock of dirty canary-birds. Then there 

 were others arrayed in a variety of 

 weather-beaten garments that had not 

 been changed or taken off since the 

 Miranda had faded *" 

 into the mist. Many 

 of the party carried 



SYDNEY POST-OFFICE. 



all their worldly possessions done up in gunny sacks. The 

 parade along the streets of Sydney up to the hotel, about 

 four blocks from the wharf, was a joyous and picturesque 

 one. No tougiier-looking gang of men ever marched over that 

 quiet thoroughfare. One party of college students marched 

 in a solid phalanx, chanting an original adaptation of the 

 familiar "Hark, hark, the dogs do bark," etc., in this wise: 



