Excerpt from At Large: A Novel

A hooded wage was creeping across a depressing desert in the middle of Australia, layers of boxes under the hood, and of brass-handled, mahogany drawers below the boxes, revealed the licensed hawker of the bush. Now, the hawker out there is a very extensive development of his prototype here at home, he is Westbourne Grove on wheels, with the prices of Piccadilly, W. But these particular providers were neither so universal nor so exorbitant as the generality of their class. There were but two of them, they drove but two horses, and sat shoulder to shoulder on the box.

The afternoon was late, all day the horses had been crawling, for the track was unusually heavy. There, had been recent rains, red mud clogged the wheels at every yard, and clung to them in sticky tires. Little pools had formed all over the plain, and westward, on the off-side of the wagon, these pools caught the glow of the setting sun, and filled with flame. Far over the horses' ears a long low line of trees was visible, otherwise the plain was unbroken, you might ride all day on these plains and descry no other horse nor man.

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