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In the weeks and months that followed, as he rode from one end of Ballarat to the other-from Yuille's Swamp in the west, as far east as the ranges and gullies of Little Bendigo-it gradually became plain to Mahony that Ned's frothy tales had some body in them after all. The character of the diggings was changing before his very eyes. Nowadays, excep