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XLIII.
LA VOLPE CAMBIA IL PELO, MA NON LA PELLE;
CAMBIA LA PELLE IL SERPE, NON IL VELENO:
IL CANE NON ABBAJA COL VENTRE PIENO;
VESTESI IL LUPO IN PECORA TRA L'AGNELLE.
ANTICA STORIA;
MA SENZA GLORIA
By this time, the main road was crowded. The men were anxiously waiting to know our success. Mr. Black calmed their excitement as kindly as circumstances admitted. We returned to our camp at the Eureka. Mr. Black rendered an account of our mission with that candour which characterises him as a gentleman. I wished to correct him in one point only, and said, my impression was, that the Camp, choked with red-coats, would quash Mr. Rede's "good judgement," get the better of his sense, if he had any of either, and that he would come out licence-hunting on an improved style.
Peter Lalor adjourned the meeting to five o'clock in the morning.
XLIV.
ACCINGERE GLADIO TUO SUPER FEMUR TUUM.
On Friday, December 1st, the sun rose as usual. The diggers came in armed, voluntarily, and from all directions: and soon they were under drill, as the day before. So far as I know, not one digger had turned to work. It may have happened, that certain Cornishmen, well known for their peculiar propensity, of which they make a boast to themselves, to pounce within an inch of their neighbour's shaft, were not allowed to indulge in "encroaching." This, however, I assert as a matter of fact, that the Council of the Eureka Stockade never gave or hinted at any order to stop the usual work on the gold-field.
Towards ten o'clock, news reached our camp that the red coats were under arms, and there would be another licence-hunting.
The flames did not devour the Eureka Hotel with the same impetousity as we got up our stockade. Peter Lalor gave the order: Vern had the charge, and was all there with his tremendous sword. "Wo ist der
