“At first, Hide-Away was afraid that the Storm Boy would get lost. The shore stretched on and on for ninety miles, with every sandhill and bush and tussock like the last one, so that a boy who hadn’t learnt to read the beach carefully might wander up and down for hours without finding the spot that led back home.”
“Beautiful credit! The foundation of modern society. Who shall say that this is not the golden age of mutual trust, of unlimited reliance upon human promises.”