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Dinkinbar 79: I’ve got to bite on the bullet.at bite the bullet (v.) under bite, v.
Dinkinbar 79: I’ve got to bite on the bullet. Dinkinbar 72: The mind in me just went dumb and dead with blue funk.at blue funk (n.) under blue, adj.1
Dinkinbar 34: Except you call this here sandy bug-walk a town.at bug walk (n.) under bug, n.4
Dinkinbar 19: The day he got his first buster off a buckjumper – the black mare that nearly killed Count Moltke afterwards.at buster, n.1
Dinkinbar 69: Any idiot can run this station better than I can myself, only I happen to want a particular brand of chuckle-head.at chucklehead, n.
Dinkinbar 38: My Uncle Joseph will be at the head station to-morrow night, and his chummies a day later.at chum, n.
Dinkinbar 70: Or you’d turn combo – live nigger-fashion and hate your own colour.at combo, n.1
Dinkinbar 110: The deluded clerks, and counter-jumpers that have embarked in honey, fruit, or poultry in New Zealand.at counter-jumper, n.
Dinkinbar 33: And, by Crumbs, I’m nearer town this minute than suits me.at crumbs!, excl.
Dinkinbar 81: No, it’s only dam cheek like yours that wins.at damn, adj.
Dinkinbar 53: If a man happens to be born a forty, he finds decent company in England a bit too hot to hold him.at forty, n.
Dinkinbar 70: You talk about carving a cattle-station out of the wilderness [...] You haven’t the hands, sonny; you haven’t the head. You’d turn hatter.at hatter, n.1
Dinkinbar 32: By Jimmy! Now there you are!at by jiminy! (excl.) under jiminy!, excl.
Dinkinbar 49: I hankered after the station any way, and the – and your infernal bullocks topped the market; and there’s not a mickey or a broken fence or gate on the run.at mickey, n.1
Dinkinbar 72: I’d call you a Molly if I didn’t think you’d get in a rage and read no more of this.at molly, n.1
Dinkinbar 115: Where’s that – old crow of a mate of yours.at old crow (n.) under old, adj.
Dinkinbar 65: May the pleuro kill every hoof of cattle on Dinkinbar.at pleuro, n.
Dinkinbar 32: The pokin’ and the pokin’ along day in and day out as if a man didn’t care if he grew old and died on the road.at poke (along) (v.) under poke, v.
Dinkinbar 19: ‘It’s the way the old hands talk about the boys fresh from home, Susie dear.’ ‘When they’re green and soppy.’.at soppy, adj.
Dinkinbar 114: The graceless tatterdemalion sniggered, spat, and swore a blood-curdling oath.at tatterdemallion, n.
Dinkinbar 49: What in thunder ---?at thunder, n.
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