Mrs. Ward go back to see the camp, top of that hill and look at them old people there. She knew them old people there, but she never worry for them. Old people, like pensioners, there. They might have blanket, billy can, a humpy that's all, they not shame for that. All us mob go there, sing and dance old people there, like corroboree. Then holiday time we go. Mrs. Ward took-im, twopala jaaju, mum, now to Midibar station, Queensland for holiday. Old ladies go then. All the families go must be three months. Might go M. Creek this side, or Gibson Creek, you gotta go back at your country.