"It's possible to be damned without being dead," said Smith, as he drank his nobbler at the Pilbarra Hotel. "And miners are the men who know it, in such a place as this."
He looked out of the reeking1 bar-room on the light brown glare of waterless desert, with a few thirsty trees scattered2 over it.
"We're in the pit, so to speak," he continued, "but not the lowest, for there are drinks here still. Fill 'em up again, Bob, and have one yourself. As for me, I feel I could blue my skin and shirt for a last one before I tumble to pieces and rot finger by finger in this hole."
The men in the bar stood and drank with him silently. Yet one who was mad drunk with brandy and sunlight smashed his tumbler on the bar top, and pitched the bottom at a mongrel dog slinking outside in a thin shadow.
"What's the best news, Smith?" asked Bob, who was the only cheerful man in the crowd.
"The best news," answered Smith, "is that we are back, and the water's nearly done here, and the rain is not coming, and the camp is rotting. Tinned meats and fever water are doing for us. I might as well have stayed out yonder and got sun-dried in mulga and spinifex."
And he went off foolishly into the blazing sun, which came down at a slant3 of ninety degrees, and shone back from the hot dust with a glare that could blister4 a man under his chin.
The town that he strode through was of boards and canvas and corrugated5 iron. It stank6 in the still air, and, as man, or horse, or camel went by, the dust rose thick, and empty cans rang.
But into the stagnant7 desolation came men perpetually. They came in with gold fever, and went out with typhoid; and still their empty places filled up. The Western Australian papers screamed "no water," and the Eastern papers copied them with jealous additions; but men came in to drink thick mud and rot like silly sheep piled against a windward fence in a dry season, when the creeks8 and tanks are dry, and grass is not.
From Albany, Perth, and Freemantle, from Kimberley, Murchison, and Coolgardie, men rushed in, till New Find, so greatly boomed, was full of good men and thieves, of workers and loafers, of white men and of Chinamen, and they were all bent9 on gold, till the fever got them, and they yelled under canvas which was no shelter from the sun. But ants and spiders and scorpions10 gloried while men died, and the flies were thick on sick men's mouths, and ownerless dogs dug up corpses11 and died of blood-poisoning.
For the ways of men under ancient stresses are as the ways of ancient instinct, inevitable12 in unalterable channels. They drift where gold is, or where the thought of its possibility lies; they march like locusts13 into a ditch which is death. They pour out of the towns like ants from a disturbed ant-hill, they try the absurd, and storm the impossible; they rot and stick in the mire14; they perish, and are known no more; they wither15 like grass, and are of no avail.
Yet each individual man is even there the centre of his world, and thinks that he will do this and do that, and each day he does what the dead day willed, and the night subscribed16 to, but does no more and does no other. And such as these was Smith, who braved sudden death in a bitter sun as he walked through the hideous17 town to his mate's hut out west on the plain.
As he went out of the sunlight into shadow, which was thick darkness after the glare of the noonday light, he stumbled across some one.
"Can't see after being in the sun," said Smith. "Is that you, Tom?"
"Yes," said Tom the water-carter, whose job looked like giving out. For water now was bought by rich men in measured buckets, and by poor ones in mean tin pannikins. "You mean you can't see after soaking in whisky at the Pilbarra, don't you?" he added.
"A little of both," said Smith, lying down on a pile of dirty gunny sacks. "I've been out facing the Earth-destroyer and the Drier-up of water, and I wanted to get blind."
"Why are you back?" asked Tom. "I came in and saw the Baker20 yonder, and I found Hicks, too, so I just lay down. You had a bad time?"
The men he spoke21 of were at the far end of the hut; one was in an old bush bed made of stakes and sticks, and stretched sacking, while the other sat at the table, and scraped grease from it with a clasp knife.
"We funked it," said Smith. "There's no other word for it. Oh—blazes! I can't lie still."
He rose and went to the table, and sat opposite to Hicks. Reaching over, he borrowed the other man's knife without ceremony, and scratched his name in big capital letters in the wood. When he had finished SMITH, he jabbed the knife into the I of his name, and went on talking.
"We got sixty miles out across the sand, the mulga, and the porcupine22 grass; yes, sixty miles into the desert, and we saw its red rim23 dance, and its scrub crackle, and the water bags looked mean betting against the sun. So we put our tails between our legs, and crawled back sick, and ready to rot here. But when the rain comes, we're there, we're there."
"Why didn't you take camels?" asked Tom.
Smith smiled.
"Why didn't we organise24 an expedition? Camels and Afghans cost money. And I don't like their ways. Horses are good enough for me. You wait till the rain comes."
But another chipped into the talk.
"It'll never rain no more," said the man who lay on the bed. "I'm going home to my ma, and I'll live where there's water, and make love to the 'alf-a-crown a week slavey, and be a toff in a back street. What did I come out 'ere for? It's better to be a sneak25, and be jugged in London, than be 'ere. If they did anythin' 'alf so bad to long timers as make 'em come to such a place as this 'ere, they'd 'ave a bally h'agitation in Hengland, and a meetin' in the Park."
"Dry up, you Cockney baker, you," said Smith, more good-humouredly than he had yet spoken. "It's never home you'll get. You and I will fill a sand-pit here, and I'll dig yours. We'll scrape it out with a broken bottle and a kerosene26 tin, and we'll write your name on the hide of your dead dog, and plant him with you to keep you faithful company."
But the Cockney took it all in good part, and only pretended to weep at his mate's brutal27 suggestions.
"Boo-hoo, boo-hoo!" said he, "that I should ever be mates with a man whose name is Smith when mine is Mandeville."
"And that you stole with your passage money," said Hicks, who had not spoken yet. But now he angered Mandeville, who suggested forcibly in the very choicest Australian, that if he didn't dry up he would soon put the kibosh on him.
But Hicks laughed. As he was six feet four in height and five stone the heavier man, he could afford to let the Cockney say what he pleased. And Mandeville said it till Smith interfered28.
"Now then, leave each other alone. It's not you that's quarrelling. It's the sun, moon, and stars, the wind and sand and weather you've a fight with. Get out and claw the sand, man. Hurrah29, hurrah! Go it, dear boys, against the devil, who is the patron saint of Pilbarra."
He lighted his pipe and smoked, and there was silence for a space in that sweet heaven.
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