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Updated: May 11, 2025
I'm expectin' ter git on shearin' with of Baldy Thompson at West-o'-Sunday nex' week. I got a thirst on me like a sun-struck bone, an', for God sake, put up a couple o' beers for me an' my mate, an' I'll fix it up with yer when I come back after shearin'." An' what's a feller ter do? I bin there meself, an I put it to you! I've known what it is to have a thirst on me.
It wouldn't hurt them, and then there was the novelty of it. They struck West-o'-Sunday Station, and the boss happened to want a rouseabout to pick up wool and sweep the floor for the shearers. "I can put one of you on," he said. "Fix it up between yourselves and go to work in the morning." Brummy and Swampy went apart to talk it over. "Look here!
Jake's shearing at West-o'-Sunday; shearing won't be over for three or four weeks, and Jake wants an excuse to get away without offending old Baldy and come down and have a fly round with us before the holidays are over." Down at the telegraph-office Mitchell took a form and filled it in very carefully: "Jacob Boreham. West-o'-Sunday Station. Bourke. Come home at once. Mother is dead.
I can't shot him out because he's a decent, hard-up, poor devil from Bourke, with consumption or somethin', an' he's been talkin' to the missus about his missus an' kids; an' I see no chance of gittin' rid of him, unless the shearers come along with their cheques from West-o'-Sunday nex' week and act straight by me. Like as not I'll have ter roll up me swag an' take the track meself in the end.
"Look here, Brummy," he said frankly, "where the hell do you keep that flamin' stuff o' yourn? I been tryin' to git at it ever since we left West-o'-Sunday." "I know you have, Swampy," said Brummy, affectionately as if he considered that Swampy had done his best in the interests of mateship. "I knowed yer knowed!" exclaimed Swampy, triumphantly. "But where the blazes did yer put it?"
Old Baldy Thompson had only shorn a few bales of grass-seed and burrs, so he said, and thought of taking the track himself; but we hoped to get on shearing stragglers at West-o'-Sunday or one of the stations of the Hungerford track. It was very hot weather, so we started after sunset, intending to travel all night.
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