in your eye any question as to whether the battered pannikin she measured with, really held a pound of flour you went without that was all about it. The butchers on the ground were Alf Trevethan and Jack Edwards, and they had only nine bullocks left. Trevethan and I had been boys together in England before we went to Brisbane. Afterwards he found the crossing of the Annan (where the bridge now is) [SEE MAP E.] and discovered Trevethan Mountain (tin lodes and stream tin). [SEE MAP G.] There was no salt to be had on the Palmer and we had to sun-dry what little meat we could get in the day and smoke it at night. I could not stay under these conditions and made for the port with two mates. After a few days Mr. Macmillan also started back, with 70 diggers and 150 pack-horses.[1] I left a day after him, but overtook him at the Normanby.
- ↑ Probably Macmillan made a short cut from Palmerville to the Kennedy Bend, via the Little Kennedy and St. George, this being " Macmillan's new road," described by Mulligan. R. L. J.
