A wagga man brought me down poor Czetwertinski's final good-bye, saying that he thought of me to the last.
He came from Humula, near wagga, where his people were well-known farmers.
However, he eventually made his way down to wagga, where he opened a school, which turned out very successfully.
Two of them came from wagga with big reputations, and one from Bathurst.
I recollect seeing him in wagga when I was a lad, and we took a great interest in his case up the bush; but why am I like him?
Every now and again a spark would burn through the "wagga rug" of a sleeping shearer, and he'd wake suddenly and get up and curse.