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The Worst Bite.

“ Yes, there are some venomous reptiles and insecks in Orsetralia,” mumbled Sawbuck, as he emptied his pannikin of rum, in old Mother Stingo’s shanty, on the Bluff Plains track, in the Ever Ever country. “There are tryantylies, sentypeeds, scorepins, hallygaties, jumper-ants and snakes. But their bites ain’t a johnnycake to a bite I met with when I was sweating out my cheque at Devil’s Hollow larst time. What's the worst bite you knows on, Paddymelon Joe ?” he added, turning suddenly to the bushwhacker thus styled. “ Snakebite,” grunted Joe, laconically. The crowd in the shanty assented. “’Taint no pumpkins to the bite as I speaks on," said Sawbuck emphatically. “ What bite is that ? n “ Rechabite 1”

Each man mechanically dipped his pannikin into the bucket of rum that stood on the shanty floor, and “ put her down" in solemn silence,

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Woodville Examiner, Volume 3, Issue 281, 3 September 1886, Page 2 (Supplement)

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The Worst Bite. Woodville Examiner, Volume 3, Issue 281, 3 September 1886, Page 2 (Supplement)

The Worst Bite. Woodville Examiner, Volume 3, Issue 281, 3 September 1886, Page 2 (Supplement)