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Updated: August 26, 2024
"Well, I've just come in from the bush. It's four days now since I left Tanindie it's a sheep-station down on the Murray. Thomas Rowlands, as shepherds there, asked me to come and tell you that there's a young gent called Scholfield, or Oldfield, or some such name, as is dangerously ill in a little log-hut near the river.
Jacob was revolving in his mind what he had heard at the last Sunday's preaching, and thoughts of home, and duties left undone there, made him very sad. Then he thought of his young master at Tanindie, and wondered how he was progressing, and whether he would at length really take the one decided step and become a pledged abstainer. Thus he mused on, till the twilight melted rapidly into darkness.
So Jacob was left in peace till the three months were gone, and then returned to Tanindie, the party having met with rather more than average good fortune. When the first greetings were over, and Jacob had expressed his delight at the thorough restoration of his master's health, Frank turned to his faithful servant and said,
But go on, Sammul Jacob, I mean." Samuel then proceeded to describe his voyage, his attachment to Frank Oldfield, his landing in Australia, and subsequent separation from his master till he joined him again at Tanindie. He then went on to tell about his life at the diggings, and his conversion under the preaching of the faithful missionary.
Jacob Poole had no objections to make; so in a few days the four young men had crossed the Murray, and were on their way to the gold-fields. It is not necessary to describe in detail the history of the party from Tanindie during their stay at the diggings, but one or two scenes must be introduced which will further our story.
"And do you live hereabouts?" inquired Jacob. "Yes; my father's head-shepherd at Tanindie. We all live together, my mother and all." "And you find you can do your work without the drink?" "Look there," said the other, stopping short, and baring his arm. "Feel that; some muscle there, I reckon. That muscle's grown on unfermented liquors. Me and my four brothers are all just alike.
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