I went on with daily teaching for some years, during which my father’s health declined, but before his death two things had happened to cheer him.  My brother John left Myponga and came to town, and obtained a clerkship in the South Australian Bank at 100 pounds a year.  It was whilst occupying a position in the bank that he had some slight connection with the notorious Capt.  Starlight, afterwards the hero of “Robbery Under Arms,” for through his hands much of the stolen money passed.  In 1900, when Mrs. Young and I were leaving Melbourne on our visit to Sydney, we were introduced to “Rolf Boldrewood,” the author of that well-known story.  His grave face lit up with a smile when my friend referred to the author of her son’s hero.  “Ah!” and he shook his head slowly.  “I’m not quite sure about the wisdom of making heroes of such sorry stuff,” he replied.  I thought I could do better with a school.  I was 20, and my sister Mary nearly 16, and my mother could help.  My school opened in May, 1846, a month before my father’s death, and he thought that our difficulties were over.  My younger brother, David Wauchope, had been left behind for his education with the three maiden aunts, but he came out about the end of that year, and began life in the office of the Burra Mine at a small salary.  My eldest brother William, was not successful in the country, and went to Western Australia for some years, and later to New Zealand, where he died in his eightieth year, soon after the death of my brother John in his seventy-ninth, leaving me the only survivor of eight born and of six who grew to full age.  My eldest sister Agnes died of consumption at the age of 16; and, as my father’s mother and four of his brothers and sisters had died of this malady, it was supposed to be in the family.  The only time I was kept out of school during the nine years at Miss Phin’s was when I was 12 when I had a cough and suppuration of the glands of the neck.  As this was the way in which Agnes’s illness had begun, my parents were alarmed, though I had no idea of it.  I was leeched and blistered and drugged; I was put into flannel for the only time in my life; I was sent away for change of air; but no one could discover that the cough was from the lungs.  It passed away with the cold weather, and I cannot say that I have had any illness since.  My father died of decline, but, if he had been more fortunate, I think he would have lived much longer.  Probably my mother’s life was prolonged beyond that of a long-lived family by her coming to Australia in middle life; and if I ever had any tendency to consumption, the climate must have helped me.  There were no special precautions against infection in those days:  but no other member of the family took it. and the alarm about me was three years after Agnes’s death.