fencing-timber

Updated: May 22, 2025

I put in the time patching up the harness and mending the stockyard and the roof, and, the third morning, I rode up the ridges to look for trees for fencing-timber. I remember I hurried home that afternoon because I thought the buggy might get there before me. At tea-time I got Mary on to the buggy business. 'What's the good of a single buggy to you, Mary? I asked.

Henry Lawson - Joe Wilson and His Mates