not too quiet. As the funeral party was
walking to the cemetery in the dark, some one struck a match. This was
too much for the mule, which bolted across the plain at the back of the
cemetery. He reached the edge of a small gully and propped. The weight
behind, however, forced him over the bank. The coffin fell out, and the
top coming off, the body rolled out on the ground. After extricating the
mule, the body was put into the coffin again, and the top put on, the
nails driven home with stones. As the mourners objected to the further
use of the mule, the party carried the body to the cemetery much to the
disgust of the undertaker.

Going home from Winton one night after a spree, a boundary-rider from
Ayrshire Downs got off his horse a few miles out, and fell asleep. He
woke up some time in the night, fairly sober, and found his horse gone,
so he started to walk, but having got off the road, perished midway
between the 20-mile and the Cockatoo dam, well-known places on this
road. The bank manager was assisting in the search for the lost man, and
happened to be with the police when the body was found, which was buried
on the spot. The dead man's wife lived in Toowoomba, and as the manager
had been remitting money from her husband to her, he informed her of the
latter's death. She acknowledged the letter, and expressed a wish that
the body might be dug up and brought into Winton for decent burial. She
asked how long the body would have to be buried before the flesh would
be off the bones and the remains could be brought in. The doctor advised
it would be fully six months. At the end of this time the widow arrived
in Winton to carry out her desires. Early one Sunday morning the widow,
accompanied by the bank manager and the undertaker, left town to exhume
the remains. The party had a white table-cloth in a red gin case with
the cover on to carry the bones. It was an extremely hot day as the
party reached the grave, and hobbled the horses out. The manager related
"that he and the undertaker soon had the bones upon the cloth in a nice
little heap. The widow examined each bone as it was laid down, and she
missed one of the knee-caps, so nothing would pacify her until it was
found. This we did eventually by rubbing the soil between our hands and
breaking the lumps. It was now near dark. We had arranged for the priest
to be at the cemetery by sun-down, and that the grave would be ready.
When we arrived about 10 o'clock at night