The Real Thing

Annie Yoffa

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"NO" I assured her "I haven't the least 
notion where I am."
"Isn't it on your map ?" broke in the clear
eyed man in surprise.
"I have no map. I started out with one al-
right but it got stuck together, at the first hut,
and was useless."
"By Jove you have been going without a 
map."
"It wasn't much use anyway the important
thing was to stick to the track. I have a com-
pass in my bag somewhere. I had one look at
it in the bush and threw it in again. The only
thing was to watch the track. Have I still
much to to go to reach mount Baw-Baw?"
A general rollicking laughter was
my only answer.
Finally the highly amused lad volunteered
the stunning information.
"Mount Baw-Baw is three miles from the
Whitelaw hut, where you spent last nigh."
"And where do I get from here if I follow
the path, and when do I get there?"
Again they could not answer me for laugh-
ing, nor could I help joining in. It certainly
was funny.
At last I got the information I was after.
"If you follow the path, you will get to
huge rocks, my boy will take you there. Eight

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