t'other-sider

Updated: May 10, 2025

So I just lay on the seat, clean, frail, and inert, as a recumbent statue, moulded in blanc-mange; whilst the ancient t'other-sider oscillated his frame saw, and the pious Pawsome lightened his toil with selections from Sankey, and the perspiring Priestley hurried up his bullocks from the ration-paddock, and Sling Muck, the gardener, used his hoe among the callots and cabbagee, with the automatic stroke of a man brought up to one holiday per annum, and no Sunday.

Joseph Furphy - Such Is Life

Now go ahead." "No, I'm dashed if I do! I'm no hand at directing; but, by gosh, you're all there at understanding." "Jack," said I, turning to the primeval t'other-sider "can you direct me to Nosey Alf's?" "I'll try," replied the veteran; and he slowly drew a diagram, true to the points of the compass. "'Ere's the Red Gate mind you shet it then along 'ere, arf a mile.

Joseph Furphy - Such Is Life