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Myself and a few neighbours now procured some stretchers, and, at the direction of Doctor Carr, converted the London Hotel into an hospital, and took there the wounded.
Said Doctor Carr despatched me to fetch his box of surgical instruments from Dr. Glendinning's hospital on Pennyweight-hill, a distance of a full mile.
I hastened to return, with Dr. Glendinning himself, and I did my best to assist the helpless, and dress their wounds.
IMPORTANT.—I must call the attention of my reader to the following fact:—When I entered the stockade with Dr. Carr's surgical box, Mr. Binney, an old acquaintance since the times of Canadian Gully, took me warmly by the hand, and said, "Old fellow, I am glad to see you alive! everybody thinks (pointing to a dead digger among the heap) that's poor Great Works!"
The state of mind in which I was, gave me no time to take much notice of the circumstance, and must have answered, "Thank God, 1 am alive," and proceeded to my duty.
The identical Mr. Binney. of the firm of Binney and Gillot, now storekeepers on the Ballaarat township, is a living witness to the above statement.
Solicitor Lynn told me, in propria persona, in the Ballaarat prison, that he would take care to bring forward evidence of the above, as he had heard it himself, that such was the case; but I forgot to fee this Lynn, and so he left me to the chance of being "lyn-ched."
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THE SOUTHERN CROSS, IN DIGGER'S GORE IMBRUED,
WAS TORN AWAY, AND LEFT THE DIGGER MOURNING
The following Letter, from the able pen of the spirited correspondent of the Geelong Advertiser who most undoubtedly must be a digger—that is, one of ourselves, from among ourselves,—is here transcribed as a document confirming the truths of this book:—
THE EUREKA MASSACRE.
[From a Correspondent]
To the Editor of the Geelong Advertiser and Intelligencer.
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