I
had written him a letter which I had, for want of better Knowledge, sent to
where I met him, down the Lachlan, years ago. He was shearing
when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him, Just 'on spec',
addressed as follows: 'Clancy, of the Overflow'. And an answer came
directed in a writing unexpected, (And I think the
same was written with a thumbnail dipped in tar) 'Twas his shearing
mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it: 'Clancy's gone to
Queensland droving, and we don't know where he are.'