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The road by Lahey's Creek to a place called Cobborah branched off, through dreary apple-tree and stringy-bark flats, to the left, just beyond the crossing: all these fanlike branch tracks from the Cudgeegong were inside a big horse-shoe in the Great Western Line, and so they gave small carriers a chance, now that Cob & Co.'s coaches and the big teams and vans had shifted out of the main western terminus.
And James will have to go back to Cudgeegong for the cart, we can't have that buggy to knock about in. 'All right, said James 'anything! Only get me some grub.
I'm thinking it's time you got a new hat, the sun seems to get in through your old one too much, and he got out of my reach and went to see about penning the calves. Before we turned in he said, 'Well, what am I to get out of the job, Joe? He had his eye on a double-barrel gun that Franca the gunsmith in Cudgeegong had one barrel shot, and the other rifle; so I said,
I took a good-size fencing contract, the frontage of a ten-mile paddock, near Gulgong, and did well out of it. The railway had got as far as the Cudgeegong river some twenty miles from Gulgong and two hundred from the coast and 'carrying' was good then. I had a couple of draught-horses, that I worked in the tip-drays when I was tank-sinking, and one or two others running in the Bush.
I ain't had anything to speak of since I left Cudgeegong. I want some grub. Then Mary pulled herself together. 'You'll have your tea directly, she said. 'Pick up that harness at once, and hang it on the pegs in the skillion; and you, Joe, back that buggy under the end of the verandah, the dew will be on it presently and we'll put wet bags up in front of it to-morrow, to keep the sun off.
For instance, Dr Balanfantie, from Cudgeegong, came out to see Wall's wife, and drove up the creek to our place on his way back to see how Mary and the baby were getting on. Sometimes, after a long pause in the conversation, Mrs Spicer would say suddenly 'Oh, I don't think I'll come up next week, Mrs Wilson. 'Why, Mrs Spicer? 'Because the visits doesn't do me any good.
I remember, when we lived on the Cudgeegong river we lived in a brick house then the first time Spicer had to go away from home I nearly fretted my eyes out. And he was only goin' shearin' for a month. I muster bin a fool; but then we were only jist married a little while. He's been away drovin' in Queenslan' as long as eighteen months at a time since then.
I took my pipe and went out to smoke and cool down. A couple of days after the potato breeze, I started with the team down to Cudgeegong for a load of fencing-wire I had to bring out; and after I'd kissed Mary good-bye, she said
And I'd helped drag two bodies out of the Cudgeegong river in a flood, and they weren't sleeping beauties. I thought it was a pity that a chap couldn't lie down on a grassy bank in a graceful position in the moonlight and die just by thinking of it and die with his eyes and mouth shut. But then I remembered that I wouldn't make a beautiful corpse, anyway it went, with the face I had on me.
Later on I got some good timber mostly scraps that were given to me and made a light body for a spring-cart. Galletly, the coach-builder at Cudgeegong, had got a dozen pairs of American hickory wheels up from Sydney, for light spring-carts, and he let me have a pair for cost price and carriage. I got him to iron the cart, and he put it through the paint-shop for nothing.
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