half-shanties

Updated: May 21, 2025

Well, we struck the river about ten miles this side of Cunnamulla, where there was a roadside inn, a small, miserable kind of place, just one of those half-shanties, half-public-houses, fit for nothing but to trap bushmen, and where the bad grog kills more men in a year than a middling break-out of fever. Somewhere about here I expected to hear of the other two.

Rolf Boldrewood - Robbery under Arms; a story of life and adventure in the bush and in the Australian goldfields