All the traffic of the neighbourhood takes this direction, and keeps safe the roadway from the teeth of the waiting bush. Once a week the mine buggy journeys to outlying shafts4. Out of the distance crawl a pair of horses, an ancient four-wheeled carriage, two men seated up there in collarless shirts and khaki trousers, a swinging waterbottle and a following of dust. Once a month Mr. Carroll, timekeeper, armed with revolver and sustained with thoughts of a peg5 at the farther end, bumps along in the back seat[Pg 38] of the buggy with the pay for the smaller mines. Along this path the horse-driver bullies6 a groaning7 load to the mine furnaces, and wins the plain by ready tongue and a generous hand. His dogs shuffle8 in the shade of the waggon9. The copper10 gougers come in from labours in the far places, and follow the red way to store and hotel; and the kangaroo shooter, astride his shabby beast, arrives with empty provision bags from lonely hunting grounds. But commonly you travel all day under a greedy sun, and meet none of these things. The plain rolls away, and no wayfarer11 appears, unless there leap up a kangaroo startled in his bed chamber12.
Power took the homeward road with never a thought to its emptiness. He was no apprentice13 to the bush. He could read the signs of the way, be the time day or night. Now a moon was in the middle of the sky, the path was well trodden, a fair mount carried him, and the night cooled—the journey would be done in the turning of his thoughts. He rode with loose rein14, idle spur, and seat easy in the saddle. Yet a clever horse might not have got the better of him.
The mare15 carried him at a fast walk, asking neither check nor spur. Single tents, tents in twos and threes, and rickety lean-tos rose up among the gullies on both hands, and quickly a score of them had fallen behind. In none burned[Pg 39] a light, and no greeting arrived other than the quick bark of curs. A bend of the road and the base of the hill cut off the camp. From now forward the journey would prove a lonely business. The creak of a saddle and the brief pad of hoofs16 in the dust were to be the song of voyage.
Afoot or on horseback, Power was a wide-awake man. He saw most of what was worth seeing. He could see, realize and do on the instant. But he had his moments of reflection. He was aware of the tents, the lean-tos and the rubbish on the ground. But he had fallen into thought before going far on the way. Were he devout18 lover, now was the scene and now the hour to delight in the virtues19 of his lady.
He loosened his feet in the stirrups to the tips of his toes, and lifted his hat from his head. A vague breeze moved across his cheek, and he turned gratefully to it; but it was dead as soon as it was born. Still, the night was cooling, and the plain was wide and free after the verandah at Surprise. The moon had taken station in the middle of the sky, frighting all but a few stars which gleamed wanly20 here and there. She was a lamp to all that great red country—by day full of majesty21, now touched to beauty by her genius. The walk of the mare soothed22 him strangely.
Power was a man of fair learning and [Pg 40]experience. He was a bushman born, but the South had given him education of some width. He had had a share of travel. He could remember other lands and fair cities. Men, now forgotten, had rubbed shoulders with him; and one or two women had passed in and out of his life with a few laughs and sighs. Seldom he called them to mind. Maud Neville only had brought him to captivity23. Her brain was mate for his brain, her heart was mate for his heart: there would be bonds to bind24 them when passion had passed away.
His thoughts went back to her, where he had seen her last following the old man towards the house. He found himself thinking very tenderly of her. Soon now she would come across to brighten the old homestead, and life would never be quite the same again. He must pull his habits into shape. He must remember freedom would have to go in harness, and the curb25 might chafe26 at first. He must be abroad at dawn and home by nightfall, and give up this riding over the country as the humour took him. The cattle camp must see him less, the hearth27 must see him more; others could do the rough work, and they would do it as well as he.
There came to mind the first time he had seen Maud Neville, a day or two after the coach had brought her from the South. He had not [Pg 41]discovered her charm in the beginning. He put a high price on beauty always, and here was a girl but poorly favoured. But that she made the old man's home bright there was no denying, and now he walked in willing captivity. He loved her, and she loved him almost too well. She read him to the last word, while her own face was covered with a veil which he had not the skill to pluck aside. She had said a little while ago that he had much to learn in the art of loving, and perhaps she had spoken the truth. His affection only had his spare time, and was shabby exchange for a spiritual love like her own. Yet she seemed content. Well, she should teach him in the days to come, and she would find him a ready student. Just now he was on the way home, and to-morrow was bringing a long day with cattle. There were other things for a man to do besides making love.
He tumbled back to everyday matters when the mare whinnied loudly. He looked about him. He found he had been carried into the plains. Behind, and on the left hand, ranges filled the horizon; ahead ran the dark belt of timber which followed the river. Power guessed at it rather than saw it. Pelican30 Pool was four miles away in a straight line; but the road bent31 in a little distance, and met the river several miles lower down.
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All at once Power grew alert. The sight of a riderless horse called for more than a meander32 of thoughts. The animal stood a long way off in the shadow of a small tree near the track. It was saddled, and the reins33 hung to the ground. Power looked about the neighbourhood for the rider, and quickly found him, spread out in the middle of the road. At once he shook the mare into life and trotted34 forward. The horse under the tree whinnied at their approach; but there was no movement from the form in the path. At the last moment the mare took fright, and Power was hard employed to bring her to reason. He jumped presently to the ground and bent over the body. He found a heavy man in middle years lying on his back, breathing with deep snores. It was a matter for proof if the man were hurt; but there was no doubt of his drunkenness. A bottle of whisky filled a pocket. The fellow's head was cut, and blood had dried on it; but search discovered no other injury, and Power took him by the shoulder and shook him—firmly at first, afterwards roughly. The snores turned into chokes, the chokes became groans35. Power tired of such a tardy36 cure, and exchanged hand for foot. The fallen man opened his eyes.
"Are you all right?" Power said.
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"Right enough to stop a cove going through me pockets." The fellow licked his lips. "It's flamin' hot, mate!"
"Get up," said Power.
"Wot's got you so blooming anxious?"
"I found you on the road just now. There's the horse under the tree. It's midnight. You'll have to hurry some to be anywhere by morning."
"I'm stayin' here."
"You'll perish when the sun gets up." There was a silence while they looked at each other. Then the man swore, struggled a little and sat up. "Have you far to go?" Power said.
"Pelican Pool."
"Are you Gregory?"
"That's me when I'm home."
Power lost patience. "Well, what the devil are you doing? Are you coming or staying?"
"You're a nice bloke to help a sick cove." Gregory came across the whisky bottle. He dragged it from his pocket, and waved it in the moonlight. "I reckon I've a thirst you couldn't buy; no, not fer ten quid. Have one at the same time? No! I reckoned as much from a long-faced coot like you!"
"Get up," Power said, "and I'll give you a hand with the horse."
The beast waited for Power to catch it.[Pg 44] Gregory had found his feet, and stood in the middle of the path looking at the whisky bottle. He proved very groggy37; but recourse to the bottle put him in braver spirit, and he fell to cursing Surprise and all that lies within its gates.
"Here you are," Power said. "Go steady. I'll leg you up."
It took trouble and a pretty play of oaths to bring about the lifting up. The horse stood like a rock. Gregory swore his leg was broken; but he gained the saddle, and afterwards kept balance in a surprising way. Power, in no good temper, turned things over, and decided38 to take him to the Pool. It meant a journey longer by five miles—bad luck which swearing wouldn't mend.
"Come on," he said. "I'm going your way. Shake up that beast of yours. I don't want to be all night."
He turned the mare's head to Pelican Pool, and she started the journey, walking fast. The other horse kept company at a jog-trot. Gregory began a rough ride. But he held his attention to the whisky bottle, and had spilled a big part of it before they were a mile on the way. The empty bottle was thrown grandly to the ground. As time went by he turned very friendly.
"I'll be showing you something in a mile or[Pg 45] two—my oath! yes—the best copper show in the Gulf39, or in Queensland for that matter. There's a fortune there, I say. D'yer hear me? I'll be driving my buggy and pair yet. I'll be buying more grog in a day than that cove at the pub sells in a year. No more blanky shovelling40 for me, you make no error. I'll have all the buyers in the country there 'fore17 the week's out. Old Neville down at Surprise, he'll be on his knees prayin' me to sell it him. 'Ear me?"
"I hear you," Power said. And with the last bit of good temper left he added, "Are you far down?"
"Matter o' thirty foot, and ore all the way. I tell yer I'll be the richest man this side of Brisbane. 'Ear wot I say?"
With spells of talk and spells of silence, they made the rest of the journey. Gregory was more master of himself on a horse than on the ground, and at the hour's end the travelling was done. Where they approached it the river ran in the rains with a two-mile span; but now the bed was dry and filled with stones and sand. Many mean trees grew in this country. Over stones and sand the riders passed, and under trees bearing in their branches the rubbish of forgotten floods. As they went on, the timber became dense41 and grew to a noble size; and presently here and there among distant laced[Pg 46] branches showed the surface of Pelican Pool. The water was lit by the light of the moon. The Pool was shrinking every day; but it still covered a mile of country, and its breadth was a fair swimmer's journey.
"Where's the camp?" Power said.
"By the castor-oil bush."
Thereupon they inclined to the right hand. Large reaches of the Pool were now plainly to be seen—very fair they showed in the moonlight, with weeds trailing about the water, and here and there a large white lily a-bloom. Small fishes leaped in the shallows. Trees leaned patiently over both banks, spreading knotted arms. Now the camp came out of the trees. Two tents were rigged side by side; and not very far off had been built a room of poles and hessian. About an open-air fireplace were the ashes of the day's fire. A dog tied near the tents uncurled at their coming, and fell to barking with great good will.
"We're here," Gregory said. "The old woman must have turned in."
"Better quiet the dog, then," Power answered. "Go steady there. I'll see you down."
He jumped to the ground and threw a stone at the dog, which dropped its tail and stopped barking. He held Gregory's horse, and Gregory climbed down. The man was fairly on his legs,[Pg 47] when a keen voice called from one of the tents—"Is that you, boss? Boosed, I suppose?"
"There's a gen'leman here to see yer," Gregory shouted.
"Wot?"
"A gen'leman to see yer."
"Aw, blast yer, come to bed an' don't wake me up."
"I tell yer a gen'leman's here."
"Can't yer shut it?"
"Gen'leman. I say. Gen'leman."
A pause followed on this. At last the voice from the tent cried—"Get up, Moll, and see wot dad's after. I've not had a square sleep fer a week."
"Aw," said somebody in the second tent.
But in that tent a person stirred. Gregory shouted again. "Be quick, Moll. Light a lantern. The moon's no good to me in these durned trees."
"Wait a minute, can't yer?"
Power picked up the reins and remounted the mare. He had had his fill of the affair, and was riding away. "You're right now," he said to Gregory. "Good night." The gleam of a lantern appeared through the canvas of the tent. "Good night," Power called out a second time. The tent door was pushed aside, and a girl came[Pg 48] into the open, holding a lighted lantern above her head.
Power pulled up his beast. The girl that stood there was scantily43 dressed. Her hair fell down her back. She was very near him, and she held the lantern that she might look him over; but the rays of light fell all about her own head and shoulders. She stared at him, not a whit42 disturbed at the sudden meeting.
A moment had brought Power face to face with the great experience of his life. The girl's beauty was beyond any imagining. He sat astride the mare with dropped reins, staring at her.
There, in a broken tent, in that forgotten place by the river, was one of those women who have commanded the tears and prayers of men since the world began to turn. The girl stood with the light of the lantern falling about her, with that in the carriage of her head for which a sage44 would forget his learning, with that in her eyes for which a saint would forego his hope of Paradise, with that in her form for which a poet would break the strings45 of his lyre. To look a moment on her was to grow hungry, to look long on her was to banish46 peace.
For that most cunning work of a great craftsman47 was a chalice48 holding the poisoned potion of desire; that rich body was an altar whereon[Pg 49] burned the fires of longing49; that loveliness was doomed50 to linger as midwife to men's tears. The spirit of all that is untamed made home in that form, and beside it dwelt the spirit of all that shall not find rest. And sight of that fairness brought taste of what man reaches for and may not touch, of what man climbs after to fall from with bruised51 knees.
Her figure was quick and strong and supple52; her hair lay about her head as an aureole; her eyes were great and bright and deep; her feet were slender and without blemish53; her lips waited on the coming of some supreme54 adventure.
Quite suddenly Power found the girl speaking to him. She held her head a little sideways and was looking over him.
"Are you camping here, Mister?" she said.
Power was startled out of his words. He sat up straight again. "No, thanks. I came along with your father. I'm going on now."
"We can give you a shake-down. It's no worry."
"Good night, Mister."
Power rode home at a foot pace. He thought of the girl all the way. Her beauty had moved him more than anything he had known.
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Midnight had chimed at Surprise, and the camp was asleep. The party telling stories from their long chairs outside the staff quarters had been broken up an hour since in a last "A-haw." Mr. Wells had forgotten his cornet, and Mr. Horrington, rather muddled56, had found his stretcher and blown out the light. Houses, humpies and tents were in the dark. But outside, the pallor of the moon fell, making filigree57 work of the leaves on the trees, and staring coldly into the eyes of sleepy curs, which blinked back from their beds in the grasses.
The camp was asleep; but one person had stayed awake. The slight figure of a woman sat at the top of the steps leading down from the verandah of Neville's house. She sat crouched58 up, chin in hands, so still as to be unearthly. She had sat thus with hardly a movement for a long time.
Maud had said good night to her father on their return. The house had seemed stifling59. She went into her bedroom, drew the curtains wide from the window so that the room was filled with light, opened the door leading to the verandah, undressed, and went to bed. For more than an hour she lay awake, counting the moonbeams on the wall, and listening to the song of the mosquitoes. Then she gave up pretence60. She sat up in bed, slipped a wrap round[Pg 51] her, and crossed to the window on bare feet. The night looked very charming outside, and soon she left the room, crossed the bare boards lightly as a night spirit, and came to a little balcony at the head of the steps leading down from the verandah. She sat down on the top step, putting her naked feet on the one below.
Yes, the night was charming out here—calm, empty and cooled by the ghosts of little breezes, which fluttered an instant on her face and fainted. There was pleasure in believing that she was the only one awake. It was strange to look on this slumbering61 camp, bearding the wilderness62. She might have been a sentry63 watching that the hungry bush did not devour64 it in the hours of night. This habit of keeping the night watch had become a custom lately. The hour brought her more profit than any other of the twenty-four. She was not hot and fagged; she spoke29 the truth to herself; she could trust her judgments65. The calm watered her soul as a shower of rain, so that it swelled66 up, and flowers broke from it. It was wonderful this growth of soul which lately had been her portion, this serenity67 brought about by losing herself in another. Sitting here, she told herself how thankful she ought to be. Night was very kind, like some nurse who whispers her child into sweet dreams.
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This comprehension of life, this sureness of decision, had all grown up in two years. This renouncing68 of oneself that another might profit was the fountain from which gushed69 the purest waters at which the spirit could drink. Yet how many drank at that fountain? Instead, they sat at the windows of their houses in the streets of life, and remarked indifferently the pale faces glued to the panes70 across the way. Unless it happened that someone, sick with the bloodless silence, broke down one of those bolted doors and pushed inside, the faces sat always staring down the street, and the winds of desolation sweeping71 down the chimney at even, scattered72 the flames upon the hearth, and starved the watchers at their seats.
A good love was a wonderful thing, like the fire of the refiner, burning away the dross73 and leaving the pure metal. She had found it a philosopher's stone, making life golden, giving her humour to laugh when her father was tiresome74, leaving her proof against the little annoyances75 of the day. And better than that. No shortcomings in the man she loved caused her misgiving76 now. He was easy to anger; a little selfish sometimes; he was thoughtless often. But love had brought understanding of him, and understanding meant forgiveness. She blessed him as she thought of him on his way across[Pg 53] the plain, rejoicing that she might serve him, thankful to him for the growth of spirit he had caused in her.
The little breezes sighed, fanned her a moment and passed on, a few leaves turned on the trees; but she sat wrapped in the serenity of her contemplation.
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