When I got to Gudgeegong I stopped at Galletly's coach-shop to leave the cart.

The Galletlys were good fellows: there were two brothers --

one was a saddler and harness-maker. Big brown-bearded men --

the biggest men in the district, 'twas said.

Their old man had died lately and left them some money;

they had men, and only worked in their shops when they felt inclined,

or there was a special work to do; they were both first-class tradesmen.

I went into the painter's shop to have a look at a double buggy