I got him started next morning. I gave him my Shakespear as a keepsake, with a billy and pannikin, and a few days" rations. I made up his swag scientifically while he lay heart-broken on his bunk; then I walked with him to the Echuca road. So he sorrowed his way northward, in renewed search of his brother Larry; and, as I watched his diminishing figure, I prayed that he might be enticed into the most shocking company in Echuca, and be made fightably drunk, and fall in for a remembersome hammering, and get robbed of everything, and be given in charge for making a disturbance, and wind up the adventure with a month in Her Majesty"s jail. It seemed to me that no milder dispensation of Providence would satisfy his moral requirements.
Drastic, but such is life.
I had a letter from him a month afterward, but as the postmark was hopelessly illegible, and as he had omitted to head the communication with any address, and as he referred to the place where he was working as "the station," mentioning no names except those of his fellow-workmen, I had to withhold the response for which his forlorn soul craved.
"Takes a lot of different sorts of people to make a world," observed Williamson, referring to the hero of my reminiscences.
"Original remark," commented Ward. "And it seems to me that people"s as much alike as sheep; and Dan"s just one of the flock. I always speak of a man as I find him."
"Another original remark," said Broome. "But there"s greater fools than Dan-- if you only knew where to drop across them."
"Original remark, number three," put in Andrews, who was five years older than any of the boys. "You"re all chaps of great experience."
"Speaking of Dan, as you call him," said I; "by the foot we recognise the Hercules; and if he knows as much about all other historical subjects as he does about Cawnpore and the American Presidents, he must have ripened into an extraordinary man. But then, an extraordinary man should have learned the difference between mallee and yarran in five years of solid scrub-- observation."
"Well, you are gauging him by a standard that"s foreign to his cla.s.s of mind,"
replied Andrews. "If he had been as strange to that gilgie as you were, and had got the same directions he gave you, he would have found it first shot.
When a certain cla.s.s of bushman says "mallee", he means any sort of scrub except lignum; and when he says "mulga", he means any tree except pine or currajong. Same mental slovenliness in women. A woman will tell a yarn that no man can make head or tail of, but it"s as clear as day to any other woman. And if you tell a woman a yarn, as it ought to be told, she"ll think she understands it, and you"ll think so too, if she says nothing.
But if she chances any remark about it, you"ll see that the correctness of style has carried it over her head."
"Speaking of style reminds me that Dan"s a bit of an author," remarked Williamson. "One day I was in his place, and he casually showed me a page of some treatise he"s on of evenings. And, my word, the style was grand.
Knocks Ouida into a c.o.c.ked hat."
"Well, I am glad to hear that," I observed. "Useful sort of man on the station, too, I should imagine?"
"Average, or better," replied Andrews. "Nothing brilliant, but careful and trustworthy. Revolves in his...o...b..t without a what-you-may-call-"im."
"Perturbation," I suggested. "How far is his hut from here?"
"Twelve mile. Let"s see--six or eight mile north-west of where you dropped the first lot of wire that time."
"Can"t I take him on the way to Mulppa?"
"Yes; but don"t trust him for directions beyond his own place. We"ll give you the geography. Better put up at his place to-night, and you"ll reach Mulppa in good time to-morrow evening. And look out for that dog of yours when you get in range of Dan"s place. He"s great on strychnine; and the station gets the benefit of it in two ways--he keeps his paddock clear of dingoes, and he never has a scalp to sell."
By this time, breakfast was concluded; and in two minutes the combined topographical knowledge of the young fellows had laid down the best route to Mulppa, via Dan"s hut.
Then a short official interview with Mr. Spanker, followed by a long, desultory gossip, brought me another couple of hours nearer the final reward of my orthodox upbringing. In another hour, my horses were saddled, and I was having a drink of tea and a bit of brownie in the men"s hut.
A few minutes afterward, Cleopatra was shaking this refreshment well down by means of the exercise with which he habitually opened the day"s work.
But this was to be accepted in the same spirit as the abusive language of a faithful pastor. It was all in the contract. I had made a rule of backing him only on loose sand-hills, or in soft swamps, for the first fortnight. By that time, an amicable understanding had been established between us, at an expense of only three spills--once through an unexpected change of tactics; once through my own negligence; and once in spite of my best endeavours, for the faithless swamp was dry. I dare say I might have gradually weaned him from his besetting sin, but I did n"t want to be pestered with people borrowing him.
However, before midday I was out on the ration-cart track, along which I had started with the wire, nearly three years before. Here and there the marks of the wagon were still identifiable, where the long team and heavy load had cut off corners of the winding track.
Presently the heavy wheel-marks diverged to the right, and disappeared in the all-pervading scrub. Then the faint track became suddenly fainter, where half the scanty traffic branched off to the left, in the direction of Lindsay"s paddock.
It is not in our cities or townships, it is not in our agricultural or mining areas, that the Australian attains full consciousness of his own nationality; it is in places like this, and as clearly here as at the centre of the continent. To me the monotonous variety of this interminable scrub has a charm of its own; so grave, subdued, self-centred; so alien to the genial appeal of more winsome landscape, or the a.s.sertive grandeur of mountain and gorge. To me this wayward diversity of spontaneous plant life bespeaks an unconfined, ungauged potentiality of resource; it unveils an ideographic prophecy, painted by Nature in her Impressionist mood, to be deciphered aright only by those willing to discern through the crudeness of dawn a promise of majestic day. Eucalypt, conifer, mimosa; tree, shrub, heath, in endless diversity and exuberance, yet sheltering little of animal life beyond half-specialised and belated types, anachronistic even to the Aboriginal savage. Faithfully and lovingly interpreted, what is the latent meaning of it all?
Our virgin continent! how long has she tarried her bridal day! Pause and think how she has waited in serene loneliness while the deltas of Nile, Euphrates, and Ganges expanded, inch by inch, to s.p.a.cious provinces, and the Yellow Sea shallowed up with the silt of winters innumerable--waited while the primordial civilisations of Copt, Accadian, Aryan and Mongol crept out, step by step, from paleolithic silence into the uncertain record of Tradition"s earliest fable--waited still through the long eras of successive empires, while the hard-won light, broadening little by little, moved westward, westward, round the circ.u.mference of the planet, at last to overtake and dominate the fixed twilight of its primitive home-- waited, ageless, tireless, acquiescent, her history a blank, while the petulant moods of youth gave place to imperial purpose, stern yet beneficent--waited whilst the interminable procession of annual, lunar and diurnal alternations lapsed unrecorded into a dead Past, bequeathing no register of good or evil endeavour to the ever-living Present.
The mind retires from such speculation, unsatisfied but impressed.
Gravely impressed. For this recordless land--this land of our lawful solicitude and imperative responsibility--is exempt from many a bane of territorial rather than racial impress. She is committed to no usages of petrified injustice; she is clogged by no fealty to shadowy idols, enshrined by Ignorance, and upheld by misplaced homage alone; she is cursed by no memories of fanaticism and persecution; she is innocent of hereditary national jealousy, and free from the envy of sister states.
Then think how immeasurably higher are the possibilities of a Future than the memories of any Past since history began. By comparison, the Past, though glozed beyond all semblance of truth, is a clinging heritage of canonised ignorance, brutality and baseness; a drag rather than a stimulus.
And as day by day, year by year, our own fluid Present congeals into a fixed Past, we shall do well to take heed that, in time to come, our own memory may not be justly held accursed. For though history is a thing that never repeats itself--since no two historical propositions are alike--one perennial truth holds good, namely, that every social hardship or injustice may be traced back to the linked sins of aggression and submission, remote or proximate in point of time. And I, for one, will never believe the trail of the serpent to be so indelible that barefaced incongruity must dog the footsteps of civilisation.
Dan O"Connell"s ten-by-five paddock lay end-on to my route; his hut being about midway down the line of fence. On striking the corner of the paddock, I went through a gate, and was closing and securing it behind Bunyip and Pup, when I became aware of a stout-built, blackbearded man on a fat bay horse, approaching along the inside of the fence.
"Rory?" said I inquiringly.
"Well-to-be-shure! A ken har"ly crarit it, Tammas!" exclaimed the evergreen, grasping my proffered hand, while his face became transformed with delight.
"You"re so much changed," said I--"so manly and sunburnt, and bearded like the patriarchs of old--that I did n"t know you when I brought that wire.
But I wonder how you failed to recognise me, considering that you heard my name."
"Och, man dear! A thought ye wur farmin" in Victoria," he replied.
"An" Collins is a purty common name, so it is; an" A did n"t hear yer Chris"n name at all at all. But ye"ll stap wi" me the night, an" we"ll hev a graat cronia about oul" times."
"That"s just what I was looking forward to, Rory. Which way are you going now?"
"No matther, Tammas. A"ll turn back wi" ye, an" we"ll git home a brave while afore sundown."
So we rode slowly side by side along the narrow clearing which extended in endless perspective down the line of fence. After giving Rory a sketch of the vicissitudes and disasters which had imparted an element of variety to the thirteen preceding years of my life, I yielded myself to the lulling influence of his own history during the same period. As you might expect, he glanced lightly over all points of real interest, and dwelt interminably on the statistics of the station--such as the percentage of lambs for each year since the stock was put on; the happily decreasing loss by dingoes; the average clip per head, and all manner of circ.u.mscribed pastoral shop.
I reined our conversation round to the future prospects and possibilities of the region wherein his lot was cast, and tried to steer it along that line.
But he merely took the country as he found it, and left things at that.
It had never occurred to him that a physical revolution was already in progress; that the introduction of sheep meant the ultimate extirpation of all trees and scrubs, except the inedible pine; and that the perpetual trampling of those sharp little hoofs would in time caulk the spongy, absorbent surface; so that these fluffy, scrub-clad expanses would become a country of rich and s.p.a.cious plains, variegated by lakes and forests, and probably enjoying a fairly equable rainfall.
I have reason to remember that I quoted Sturt"s account of the Old Man Plain as a desert solitude of the most hopeless and forbidding character.
But, as I pointed out, settlement had crept over that inhospitable tract, and the Old Man Plain had become a pastoral paradise, with a possible future which no man could conjecture. Then I was going on to cite instances, within my own knowledge and memory, of permanent lakes formed in Northern Victoria, and a climate altered for the better, by mere settlement of a soil antecedently dessicated and disintegrated by idle exposure to the seasons. But I had brought round the subject of exploration; and again Rory amazed me by the extent and accuracy of his information.
Glancing from Sturt to Eyre, he firmly, yet temperately, held that the expedition carried out by this explorer along the sh.o.r.es of the Great Australian Bight was the ablest achievement of its kind on record; and he forthwith proceeded to substantiate his contention by a consecutive account of the difficulties met and surmounted on that journey. Also he expatiated with some severity on the slightness of public information with respect to Eyre"s exploit.
He listened with kindly toleration whilst I adverted to the excellent work of more recent explorers, whose discoveries had made the Transcontinental telegraph line a feasible undertaking. But his discursive mind ricochetted off to the laying of the Transatlantic cable, in "65; and he dwelt on that epoch-marking work with such minuteness of detail, and such confident mastery of names, dates, and so forth, that I half-resented--not his disconcerting fund of information, but his modest reticence on other subjects of interest. It is a morally upsetting thing, for instance, to discover that the una.s.suming Londoner, to whom you have been somewhat loosely explaining the pedigrees of the British Peerage, has spent most of his life as a clerk in the Heralds" College.
But I noticed a growing uneasiness in Rory"s manner, despite his efforts towards a free-and-easy cordiality. At last he said deprecatingly:
"We"re about a mile aff the house now, Tammas. A must go roun" be a tank thonder, an" that manes lavin" ye yer lone. Jist go sthraight on an"
ye"ll come till the horse-paddock fence, wi" a wee gate in the corner, an"
the house furnent ye. An" ye might tell hurself A"ll be home atoast sundown."
He shook up his horse, and dived through the scrub at an easy trot, whilst I went on down the fence. Before I had gone three-quarters of a mile, my attention was arrested by the peculiar apple-green hue of a tall, healthy-looking pine, standing about a hundred and fifty yards from the fence.
Knowing that this abnormal deviation in colour, if not forthwith inquired into, would hara.s.s me exceedingly in after years, I turned aside to inspect the tree.
It was worth the trouble. The pine had been dead for years, but every leafless twig, right up to its spiry summit, was re-clothed by the dense foliage of a giant woodbine, which embraced the trunk with three clean stems, each as thick as your arm. No moralist worthy of the name could fail to find a comprehensive allegory in the tree; but I had scarcely turned away from it before my meditations were disturbed--
Ten or fifteen yards distant, under the cool shade of a large, low growing wilga, I observed a man reclining at ease. A tall, athletic man, apparently, with a billy and water-bag beside him, and nothing more to wish for. When I caught sight of him, he was in the act of settling himself more comfortably, and adjusting his wide-brimmed hat over his face.
My first impulse was to hail him with a friendly greeting, but a scruple of punctilio made me pause. The clearing of Rory"s horse-paddock was visible here and there through gaps in the scrub; even the hut was in sight from my own point of view; the sun was still a couple of hours above the horizon; and the repose of the wilga shade was more to be desired than the activity of the wood-heap. To everything there is a time and a season; and the tactical moment for weary approach to a dwelling is just when fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, and all the air a solemn stillness holds. So, after a moment"s hesitation, my instinctive sense of bush etiquette caused me to tum stealthily away, and seek the wicket gate which afforded ingress to Rory"s horse-paddock.
But I want you to notice that this decision was preceded by a poise of option between two alternatives. Now mark what followed, for, like Falstaff"s story, it is worth the marking.