"Mother, Don't You Remember Saying To Me On That Afternoon, 'Ned, You Need Not Look For The Cows In The Swamp, They Went Off Towards The Big Hill.'

"The delighted mother clapsed him in her arms, exclaiming, 'You say truly, - you are indeed my own, my long lost son!'"

End of Roughing it in the Bush, by Susanna Moodie

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