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Updated: June 13, 2025
He said he wouldn't go right into Solong with us; he was going back along another road to stay a day or two with an old friend of his. When we reached Solong we stopped on the river-bank just out of sight of Jack's house. Peter took the ten-pound cheque from his pocket and gave it to Jack. Jack hadn't seen Peter give the shanty-keeper the five-pound note.
Someone wrote, for the widow, to ask about the wagon and the bullocks, but the shanty-keeper wrote that Billy had drunk them before he died, and that he'd also to say that he'd drunk the money he got for the carrying; and the publican enclosed a five-pound note for the widow which was considered very kind of him.
A shaky, rag-and-dirt-covered framework of a big man rose uncertainly from a corner of the room, and, staggering forward, brushed the staring thatch back from his forehead with one hand, reached blindly for the edge of the bar with the other, and drooped heavily. "Well, Awful Example," demanded the shanty-keeper. "What's up with you now?"
Here and there, the exceptional case of a shanty-keeper retiring on his Congealed Ability goes to show the fatuity of the curse hypothesis, rounding us up on the one unassailable bit of standing-ground, namely, that such is life. So, for this and two other reasons, I shall take as my text the entry of March 28, and a portion of the following verse.
Dad took the horse out of the dray and tied him to a tree. Dave led Bess about, and we stood and watched the shanty-keeper unpacking gingerbeer. Joe asked Dad for sixpence to buy some, but Dad had n't any small change. We remained in front of the booth through most of the day, and ran after any corks that popped out and handed them in again to the shanty-keeper.
"He is, or rather he was, young Brassington." "You've hit it!" said the publican. "I know and a few others." "And do you know what became of his wife?" I asked. "I do," said the shanty-keeper, who had a generous supply of whisky with him, and seemed to have begun to fill himself up for the trip. That was one yarn." "Was it?" I said. "Yes," said the publican. "That yarn was a lie."
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