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Title: David Syme, the father of protection in Australia
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Pratt, Ambrose, 1874-1944 Deakin, Alfred, 1856-1919
Subjects: Syme, David, 1827-1908 Tariff -- Australia Victoria History Victoria -- Politics and government
Publisher: London (etc.) : Ward, Lock & Co., Ltd.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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worked out.That did not prevent me from going on, however.One morning my companion and I reached a refresh-ment house beyond Wangaratta. We found theinmates in a great state of excitement. They saidthey had had a visit from mounted bushrangerswho had just left, but had not molested them. Wehad breakfast there, and were about to proceedon our journey, when the people strongly advisedus to remain for a while, as the rangers had goneup the road and we would be sure to meet themif we started then. We were told they were wellmounted and armed with guns. But as we werearmed with very serviceable Colts revolvers, wethought we were capable of taking care of ourselves,two Colts revolvers being more than equal to threeguns. So we started. We kept a good look-outfor the bushrangers, fully determined, whateverhappened, not to be taken by surprise. We gavea wide berth to every clump of trees along the roadand saw no sign of the bushrangers, when, sud-denly, while passing a small group of saplings,
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FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF VICTORIA 33 about three miles from the hotel, which I neverimagined could shelter them from observation,three horsemen sprang forward and almost sur-rounded us. I sidled backwards towards the trunkof a tree, and was ready for emergencies. I knewhow to handle my weapon, as the chief amusementI had in California was in shooting at a mark. Theyhalted about a dozen yards from us, and, afterexchanging a few words among themselves theforemost asked me in a bantering tone if I tookthem for bushrangers. I said I did. He thenasked if that was a revolver I held in my hand. Isaid it was. He remarked he had never seen oneof that kind before, and would I let him see it. Helaughed when I told him I never let it pass out ofmy hand. They then bade us good-day, put spursto their horses, and cantered off. We heard they had stuck up and robbed twoother parties in the course of the day. That wasthe only adventure I ever had with bushrangerswhile in Australia. The lesson to me was nev

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