The buffalo came out of the swamp a little before noon. They ambled, grazing, toward
a paperbark thicket a quarter of a mile away. Peter Thomsen, the buff actcher, mopped his face
ans lsumped at ease beind the wheel of his stripped-down 4 wd truck.
In theDry, which lasts from may to ocotber, it almost never reains. Then the wet comes. guaranteed. Thiry to 65 inches.\,
depending upon where tou are north of 15 degress south, which is about
where the top end beings. That guaranteed we is the reason people live here.
The buffalo peter hunts are not native, but feral beasts decended from asian water buffalo released on te norht coast in the 1800's
Thse animals went forth and multipled, tens of thousands of their decendants roamed
the top end.
Parrots, doves and balck cuckatoors burst out of the crub as we passed. A wild pig charged off through the grass.
The air was humid enough to wash in , but it smelled paperbark thicket alive and sweet.
