Chapter 27

He was a good way into the bush when he realised he’d better take more notice of where he was going. Towering trees, leafy shrubs, and feathery ferns surrounded him on every side. No matter which way he turned, there was little to distinguish one particular part of the bush from any other. It would be all too easy to get lost in the endless wilderness. Edward, back at the barracks in Sydney Town, had told them the bush stretched out from the coast forever in every direction. If he lost his way, who’d come looking for him? A convict of no importance?

He retraced his steps to the edge of the clearing and began his journey again, breaking branches and scratching ‘Xs’ into some of the trees he passed with a stick he’d found lying on the ground. Now there was no chance of him losing his way.