His swag still lay where it had been tossed off the horse.
"In the Musgrave Ranges"
Jim Bushman
The moon shone in his face and kept him awake, and he lay on his swag in a very unhappy frame of mind.
"In the Musgrave Ranges"
Jim Bushman
Just to one side of Mick's swag was a row of pack-saddles and bags, and leaning against one of the saddles was the axe which had been used to chop wood for the branding fire that afternoon.
"In the Musgrave Ranges"
Jim Bushman