mullockin

Updated: April 30, 2025

Then Baxter queried indifferently: "Same ole lay?" "Not me," replied the deep, low voice. "Every man to his work. My work's mullockin' in a reservoy, with a new-chum weaver from Leeds for a mate, an' a scoop that's nyther make nor form, an' the ten worst bullocks ever was yoked." "Well, Bob," said I; "though you gave me a fright, I must congratulate you. I heard you were dead."

Joseph Furphy - Such Is Life