wind blowing forty miles an hour. The entire population were compelled to shut themselves up in their houses and breathe through wet sponges.
A train running into Bourke was chased by a hurricane that swept the country like the blast from a furnace. A greasy tarpaulin covering a car of chaff caught fire, and in five minutes the entire train was in flames, while running at the rate of fifty miles to escape the hurricane.
When the train stopped the passengers jumped from the car windows to save themselves. Between Deniliquin and Broken Hill the entire country was illuminated by electricity along the steel line of the telegraph wires. Balls of fire ten times more brilliant than an arc light danced on
the wires for twenty-eight minutes.
A population breathing through wet sponges, a fire-enveloped trained rushing before a hurricane, the wild west radiant with the fantastic fires of dancing meteors!
Truly our weather is not after all such a dry subject.