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Updated: April 30, 2025
"That old Billabong!" said Mrs. Geoffrey, half laughing. "Are you going to live and die in the backblocks, David?" "Why, certainly at least I hope so," he said. "I suppose there must be lucid intervals, now that Norah is grown up, or imagines she is not that she seems to me a bit different from the time when her hair was down.
"And when it comes to the house side, I don't think you'll find I can teach you much if anyone brought up to know French cooking and French housekeeping has much to learn from a backblocks Australian, I'll be surprised." "In fact," said Mr.
The Lintons had heard many bands since they had been away, and some had played before the King himself; but no music had ever gripped at their heartstrings like the music of the little backblocks band that stood on the gravelled platform of Cunjee and played to welcome them home.
You'll be jolly glad to get rid of me and be off with the uncle into the backblocks. I insulted and sickened and shamed Violet till she threw me over. And she loved me. I know very well she did." "I won't let you be rude to me, Louis. I'm not quite like Violet, perhaps. If people are rude to me I don't get hurt. I just give them a good shaking and forget it.
"Marcella, I was a cad to bring you out here into the backblocks, just because I wanted to escape temptation. You need civilization just now you need all the comforts of civilization care and Oh the million things a woman needs." "Oh, Louis, do be quiet!" she said, "all I need at this moment is a good sleep." He lay down again for ten minutes.
Men come from up-country with a big cheque to knock out shearers and men like that, who live in the backblocks for months, hundreds of miles from hotels. They come down from the backblocks with perhaps a hundred pounds to spend on a week of blissful unconsciousness. Sailors come in and get paid off too. There's a lot of freehandedness. They treat the whole bar.
My countrymen Australians men with whom I had hunted for silver in the desolate backblocks of New South Wales; men with whom I had scoured the interior of West Australia seeking for gold; men who had been with me on the tin fields and opal fields.
He seemed to think it was a fairy tale, though he listened eagerly enough, and once she saw him actually look directly at her face for an instant. "Are you going to Sydney?" he asked at length. "I'm booked through to Sydney, but I'm going to live with an uncle right in the backblocks somewhere, and he may meet me at Melbourne. I've never seen him yet. Where are you going?" "Sydney."
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