down an ox. The horsebreaker took hold of poor John鈥檚 head, and the tutor took hold of poor John鈥檚 legs, and between them they dragged him off the blazing heap of 鏉窞娴疯尩姹囧彲浠ュ暘鍟悧? maize-stalks on which he had fallen face downwards. Mr. Lawson, who had a great respect for honest John, rushed up then, and stopped beating-out for a minute or two, to carry him as far as possible out of harm鈥檚 way鈥攊f any place at such a time could be called out of harm鈥檚 way. Then Mr. Lawson
rushed back again, 鏉窞澶滅敓娲绘澀宸炵櫨鑺卞潑 slashing away and giving the 鈥渟eventh cut鈥?with his wooden broadsword, as if he wanted to make up for lost time, and after him, up to the thickest of the fire, dashed Sydney, and Donald, and Harry, still giddy from the smoke he had swallowed.
The men, too, fought the flames with almost desperate daring, but, in spite of what any one could do, they gained on the paddock. More than half of it had been consumed when the wind slanted to the N.E. farther and more suddenly than it had veered to the N.W. The fire went by the 鏉窞瓒虫荡灏忓 head-station buildings, gobbling up an outlying hut or two, and many a rod of fencing; but the house and most of the huts, the barn, store, wool-shed, &c., were only blistered.
Mr. Lawson, nevertheless, was a good deal poorer at night than he had been when the morning
dawned through the ominous banks and 鏉窞瓒崇枟妞?wreaths of smoke; but when he gathered all his people together in the evening to return thanks to the good God for their great deliverance, he felt happier, perhaps, than he had ever felt before in his life. The house verandah 鏉窞瀹跺涵寮弒pa was the place of common worship. The air was still stiflingly close, and poor little 鈥渟alamander鈥?Harry fainted as he leaned his scorched face against one of the half-charred verandah-posts. Sydney carried him to bed, and heroic Harry had to submit to the indignity鈥攆ortunately without being conscious of 鏉窞娲楁荡鏈嶅姟 it鈥攐f being 鈥渢ucked in鈥?and kissed, not only by 鈥渄ear mamma and the girls鈥濃€攖heirs he would have considered, perhaps, rather over-fussy, but still legitimate attentions鈥攂ut also by Miss Smith and Mrs. Jones.
VII. AN AUSTRALIAN FLOOD.
A few days after the great bush-fire I told you about in my last chapter, Harry and Donald came to spend a week or two with a friend of Mr. Lawson鈥檚 who lived just outside Jerry鈥檚 Town. The hut that was used for school-room at Wonga-Wonga had come to grief in the fire, not a bit of it being left 鏉窞榫欏嚖浜ゅ弸 standing, except the blackened brick chimney. The tutor was laid up, owing to his unwonted exertions at the fire, and it was thought that a little change would do the boys no harm. Accordingly, their saddle-bags were bulged out with changes of raiment (鈥渃reases鈥?are not thought so much of in the Bush as they would 鏉窞妗戞嬁浼氭墍缇庡コ鏈嶅姟 be by Belgravian swells), and Harry and Donald cantered into Jerry鈥檚 Town on Cornstalk and Flora M鈥業vor.
The first week they were in the township the weather was as hot as ever. Although the doors and windows were all wide open, we gasped for breath at church; and though the clergyman鈥檚 surplice looked cool, his face was so red that you could not help fancyin