THE STORY OF MALACHI
Malachi was very tall, very thin, and very round- shouldered, and the sandiness of his hair also cried aloud for an adjective. All the boys considered Malachi the greatest ass on the station, and there was no doubt that he was a dreadful fool. He had never been out of his native bush in all his life, excepting once, when he paid a short visit to Sydney, and when he returned it was evident that his nerves had received a shaking. We failed to draw one word out of Malachi regarding his views on the city―to describe it was not in his power, for it had evidently been something far beyond his comprehension. Even after his visit had become a matter of history, if you were to ask him what he thought of Sydney the dazed expression would come back into his face, and he would scratch his head and say in a slow and deliberate manner, 'Well, there's no mistake, it's a caution.' And as such the city remained so far as Malachi's opinion of it was concerned.
Malachi was always shabbily dressed, in spite of his pound a week and board, and 'When Malachi gets a new suit of clothes' was the expression invariably used by the boys to fix a date for some
