“Why,” he used to say, “it’s a fortune in itself. Hold on till the country gets populated, and firewood is scarce, there’ll be money in it then — mark my words!”
Poor Dad! I wonder how long he expected to live?
At the back of Shingle Hut was a tract8 of Government land — mostly mountains — marked on the map as the Great Dividing Range. Splendid country, Dad considered it — BEAUTIFUL country — and part of a grand scheme he had in his head. I defy you to find a man more full of schemes than Dad was.
The day had been hot. Inside, the mosquitoes were bad; and, after supper, Dad and Dave were outside, lying on some bags. They had been grubbing that day, and were tired. The night was nearly dark. Dad lay upon his back, watching the stars; Dave upon his stomach, his head resting on his arms. Both silent. One of the draught-horses cropped the couch-grass round about them. Now and again a flying-fox circled noiselessly overhead, and “MOPOKE! — MOPOKE!” came dismally9 from the ridge and from out the lonely-looking gully. A star fell, lighting10 up a portion of the sky, but Dad did not remark it. In a while he said:
“How old are you, Dave?” Dave made a mental calculation before answering.
“S’pose I must be eighteen now . . . Why?”
A silence.
“I’ve been thinking of that land at the back — if we had that I believe we could make money.”
“Yairs — if we HAD.”
Another silence.
“Well, I mean to have it, and that before very long.”
Dave raised his head, and looked towards Dad.
“There’s four of you old enough to take up land, and where could you get better country than that out there for cattle? Why” (turning on his side and facing Dave) “with a thousand acres of that stocked with cattle and this kept under cultivation we’d make money — we’d be RICH in a very few years.”
Dave raised himself on his elbow.
“Yairs — with CATTLE,” he said.
“Just so” (Dad sat up with enthusiasm), “but to get the LAND is the first thing, and that’s easy enough ONLY” (lowering his voice) “it’ll have to be done QUIETLY and without letting everyone ’round know we’re going in for it.” (“Oh! yairs, o’ course,” from Dave.) “THEN” (and Dad lifted his voice and leaned over) “run a couple of wires round it, put every cow we’ve here on it straight away; get another one or two when the barley’s sold, and let them breed.”
“’Bout how many’d that be t’ start ’n?”
“Well, EIGHT good cows at the least — plenty, too. It’s simply WONDERFUL how cattle breed if they’re let alone. Look at Murphy, for instance. Started on that place with two young heifers — those two old red cows that you see knocking about now. THEY’RE the mothers of all his cattle. Anderson just the same . . . Why, God bless my soul! we would have a better start than any one of them ever had — by a long way.”
Dave sat up. He began to share Dad’s enthusiasm.
“Once get it STOCKED, and all that is to be done then is simply to look after the fence, ride about among the cattle every day, see they’re right, brand the calves11, and every year muster12 the mob, draft out the fat bullocks, whip them into town, and get our seven and eight pounds a head for them.”
“That’d suit me down to the ground, ridin’ about after cattle,” Dave said.
“Yes, get our seven and eight pounds, maybe nine or ten pounds a-piece. And could ever we do that pottering about on the place?” Dad leaned over further and pressed Dave’s knee with his hand.
“Mind you!” (in a very confidential13 tone) “I’m not at all satisfied the way we’re dragging along here. It’s utter nonsense, and, to speak the truth” (lowering his voice again) “I’VE BEEN SICK OF THE WHOLE DAMN THING LONG AGO.”
A minute or two passed.
“It wouldn’t matter,” Dad continued, “if there was no way of doing better; but there IS. The thing only requires to be DONE, and why not DO it?” He paused for an answer.
“Well,” Dave said, “let us commence it straight off — t’morror. It’s the life that’d suit ME.”
“Of course it WOULD . . . and there’s money in it . . . no mistake about it!”
A few minutes passed. Then they went inside, and Dad took Mother into his confidence, and they sat up half the night discussing the scheme.
Twelve months later. The storekeeper was at the house wanting to see Dad. Dad wasn’t at home. He never was when the storekeeper came; he generally contrived14 to be away, up the paddock somewhere or amongst the corn — if any was growing. The storekeeper waited an hour or so, but Dad didn’t turn up. When he was gone, though, Dad walked in and asked Mother what he had said. Mother was seated on the sofa, troubled-looking.
“He must be paid by next week,” she said, bursting into tears, “or the place’ll be sold over our heads.”
Dad stood with his back to the fire-place, his hand locked behind him, watching the flies swarming15 on the table.
Dave came in. He understood the situation at a glance. The scene was not new to him. He sat down, leant forward, picked a straw off the flor and twisted it round and round his finger, reflecting.
Little Bill put his head on Mother’s lap, and asked for a piece of bread . . . He asked a second time.
“There IS no bread, child,” she said.
“But me wants some, mumma.”
Dad went outside and Dave followed. They sat on their heels, their backs to the barn, thoughtfully studying the earth.
“It’s the same thing”— Dad said, reproachfully —“from one year’s end to the other . . . alwuz a BILL!”
“Thought last year we’d be over all this by now!” from Dave.
“So we COULD . . . Can NOW . . . It only wants that land to be taken up; and, as I’ve said often and often, these cows taken ——”
Dad caught sight of the storekeeper coming back, and ran into the barn.
Six months later. Dinner about ready. “Take up a thousand acres,” Dad was saying; “take it up ——”
He was interrupted by a visitor.
“Are you Mister Rudd?” Dad said he was.
“Well, er — I’ve a FI. FA. against y’.”
Dad didn’t understand.
The Sheriff’s officer drew a document from his inside breast-pocket and proceeded to read:
“To Mister James Williams, my bailiff. Greeting: By virtue16 of Her Majesty’s writ17 of FIERI FACIAS, to me directed, I command you that of the goods and chattels18, money, bank-note or notes or other property of Murtagh Joseph Rudd, of Shingle Hut, in my bailiwick, you cause to be made the sum of forty pounds ten shillings, with interest thereon,” &c.
Dad understood.
Then the bailiff’s man rounded up the cows and the horses, and Dad and the lot of us leant against the fence and in sadness watched Polly and old Poley and the rest for the last time pass out the slip-rails.
“That puts an end to the land business!” Dave said gloomily.
But Dad never spoke19.
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n.木瓦板;小招牌(尤指医生或律师挂的营业招牌);v.用木瓦板盖(屋顶);把(女子头发)剪短 | |
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n.(calf的复数)笨拙的男子,腓;腿肚子( calf的名词复数 );牛犊;腓;小腿肚v.生小牛( calve的第三人称单数 );(冰川)崩解;生(小牛等),产(犊);使(冰川)崩解 | |
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