CHAPTER XII

BURNT OUT And the creek of life goes wandering on, Wandering by; And bears for ever its course upon A song and a sigh. —_Henry Lawson._ A DROVER on the road with store cattle miles away saw the glow in the sky that night, and reported it next morning to a farmer driving in to Cunjee; and before noon half the township seemed to be out at the station. Little Dr. Anderson, in his motor, was the first to appear. He fo…