We found one evening, in the scrub, br a road the timber-getters made, br a winding, dim, mysterious track, br and we raced down it, half afraid. br br The wild-hop vines grew high aloft, br a winter's chill was in the air, br and trailing sarsaparilla swung br it's purple glory everywhere. br br Then, curled within a hollow stump br down in a gully dim and deep, br we held our breaths with awe to find br four dingo puppies fast asleep! br br We stroked them, trembling, for we knew br that somewhere in the forest dim, br there lurked amid the gathering shades br the gaunt old mother, fierce and grim. br br The dry leaves rustled, back we sped br to where the homelight beckoned warm, br to supper-time and Mother's smile; br and nestling near her safe from harm.