I was returned to the cells of Beechworth Prison…
…and here the turnkeys stripped me and shore my cut and bleeding head while heaping me with threats & insults…
…but even a green log will burn when the heat is high enough.
Many is the night I have sat by the roaring river the rain never ending them logs so green bubbling and spitting blazing in a rage no rain can staunch.
From Peter Carey’s True History of the Kelly Gang (2000)

















