whit'ning

Updated: July 4, 2025

"What mattered the sand or the whit'ning chalk, The blighted herbage or blackened log, The crooked beak of the eagle-hawk, Or the hot red tongue of the native dog?" They don't matter much, do they, Jack? 'Damned if I think they do, Boss! I'd say.

Henry Lawson - Joe Wilson and His Mates