roops that could be spared
from the capital, along with several pieces of artillery, were raising
the dust on the road to Ballarat.
On the last afternoon in November work was suspended throughout the
diggings, and the more cautious among the shopkeepers began to think of
closing their doors. In front of the "Diggers' Emporium," where the
earth was baked as hard as a burnt crust, a little knot of people stood
shading their eyes from the sun. Opposite, on Bakery Hill, a monster
meeting had been held and the "Southern Cross" hoisted--a blue bunting
that bore the silver stars of the constellation after which it was
named. Having sworn allegiance to it with outstretched hands, the
rebels were lining up to march off to drill.
Mahony watched the thin procession through narrowed lids. In theory he
condemned equally the blind obstinacy of the authorities, who went on
tightening the screw, and the foolhardiness of the men. But--well, he
could not get his eye to shirk one of the screaming banners and
placards: "Down with Despotism!" "Who so base as be a Slave!" by means
of which the diggers sought to inflame popular indignation. "If only
honest rebels could get on without melodramatic exaggeration! As it is,
those good fellows yonder are rendering a just cause ridiculous."
Polly tightened her clasp of his arm. She had known no peace since the
evening before, when a rough-looking man had come into the store and,
with revolver at full cock, had commanded Hempel to hand over all the
arms and ammunition it contained. Hempel, much to Richard's wrath, had
meekly complied; but it might have been Richard himself; he would for
certain have refused; and then.... Polly had hardly slept for thinking
of it. She now listened in deferential silence to the men's talk; but
when old Ocock--he never had a good word to say for the riotous
diggers--took his pipe out of his mouth to remark: "A pack o' Tipperary
boys spoilin' for a fight--that's what I say. An' yet, blow me if I
wouldn't 'a bin glad if one o' my two 'ad 'ad spunk enough to join
'em,"--at this Polly could not refrain from saying pitifully: "Oh, Mr.
Ocock, do you really MEAN that?" For both Purdy and brother Ned were in
the rebel band, and Polly's heart was heavy because of them.
"Can't you see my brother anywhere?" she asked Hempel, who held an old
spyglass to his eyes.
"No, ma'am, sorry to say I can't," replied Hempel. He would willingly
have conjured up a dozen brothers to co
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