Willoughby brought the drink. I fancied even an accession to the subdued suavity of his manner as he picked up and replaced on the tuckerbox the empty pannikin which b.u.m had thanklessly tossed on the ground at his feet. Then he resumed his place; and Thompson, palpably turning his back on Dixon and b.u.m, selected him as chief hearer of his recommenced discourse----
"Comes as near the blackfellow as it"s possible for a white man to get.
And you couldn"t kill him with an axe. Then start him at any civilised work-- such as splicing a loop on a wool rope, or making a yoke, or wedging a loose box in a wheel--and he has the best hands in the country.
At the same time, it"s plain to be seen that he has been brought up in the cla.s.s of society that sticks a napkin, in a bone ring, alongside your plate at dinner." Here Thompson paused, and the recurrence of some distressing memory elicited a half-suppressed sigh.
"There is nothing unreasonable in that phenomenon," remarked Willoughby-- "rather the reverse. Probably the person you speak of is a gentleman.
Now, the man who is a gentleman by birth and culture--by which I mean a man of good family, who has not only gone through the curriculum of a university, but has graduated, so to speak, in society--such a one has every advantage in any conceivable situation. The records of military enterprise, exploration, pioneering, and so forth, furnish abundant evidence of this very obvious fact.
You will find, I think, that high breeding and training are conditions of superiority in the human as well as in the equine and canine races; pedigree being, of course, the primary desideratum. Non generant aquilae columbas, we say."
"Don"t run away with the idear that n.o.body knows who Columbus was,"
retorted b.u.m. "He discovered America--or else my readin"s did me (adj.) little good."
"More power to yer (adj.) elbow, b.u.m," said Mosey approvingly.
"But, gentleman or no gentleman, if a feller ain"t propped up with cash, this country"ll (adj.) quick fetch him to his proper (adj.) level."
"Pardon me if I differ from you, Mosey," replied Willoughby blandly.
"A few months ago, I travelled the Lachlan with a man fitted by birth and culture to be a leader of society; one whose rightful place would be at least in the front rank of your Australian aristocracy. How do you account for such a man being reduced to solicit the demd pannikin of flour?"
"Easy," retorted the sansculotte: "the duke had jist settled down to his proper (adj.) level--like the bloke you"ll see in the bottom of a new pannikin when you"re drinkin" out of it."
"Mosey," said Cooper impressively; "if I git up off o" this blanket, I"ll kick"--(I did n"t catch the rest of the sentence). "Give us none o" your (adj.) Port Phillip ignorance here."
"You can git a drink o" good water in ole Vic., anyhow," sneered Mosey, with the usual flowers of speech.
"An" that"s about all you can git," muttered Cooper, faithfully following the same ornate style of diction.
"Now, Mosey," said Willoughby, courteously but tenaciously, "will you permit me to enumerate a few gentlemen--gentlemen, remember-- who have exhibited in a marked degree the qualities of the pioneer.
Let us begin with those men of whom you Victorians are so justly proud,-- Burke and Wills. Then you have----"
"Hold on, hold on," interrupted Mosey. "Don"t go no furder, for Gossake.
Yer knockin" yerself bad, an" you don"t know it. Wills was a pore harmless weed, so he kin pa.s.s; but look"ere--there ain"t a drover, nor yet a bullock driver, nor yet a stock-keeper, from "ere to "ell that could n"t "a" bossed that expegition straight through to the Gulf, an" back agen, an" never turned a hair--with sich a season as Burke had.
Don"t sicken a man with yer Burke. He burked that expegition, right enough.
"Howlt! Dis-MOUNT!" Grand style o" man for sich a contract! I tell you, that (explorer) died for want of his sherry an" biscakes. Why, the ole man, here, seen him out beyond Menindie, with his----"
"Pardon me, Mosey--was Mr. Price connected with the expedition?"
"No (adj.) fear!" growled Price resentfully. "Jist happened to be there with the (adj.) teams. Went up with stores, an" come down with wool."
Willoughby, who probably had wept over the sufferings of Burke"s party on their way to Menindie, seemed badly nonplussed. He murmured acquiescence in Price"s authority; and Mosey continued,
"Well, the ole man, here, seen him camped, with his carpet, an" his bedsteed, an" (sheol) knows what paravinalia; an" a man nothin" to do but wait on him; an"--look here!--a cubbard made to fit one o" the camels, with compartments for his swell toggery, an"--as true as I"m a livin" sinner!-- one o" the compartments made distinctly o" purpose to hold his belltopper!"
"Quite so," replied Willoughby approvingly. "We must bear in mind that Burke had a position to uphold in the party; and that, to maintain subordination, a commander must differentiate himself by"--
"It"s Gord"s truth, anyhow," remarked Price, rousing his mind from a retrospect of its extensive past. And, no doubt, the old man was right; for a relic, answering to Mosey"s description, was sold by auction in Melbourne, with other a.s.sets of the expedition, upon Brahe"s return.
"They give him a lot o" credit for dyin" in the open," continued the practical little wretch, with masterly handling of expletive-- "but I want to know what else a feller like him could do, when there was no git out? An" you"ll see in Melb"n", there, a statue of him, made o" cast steel, or concrete, or somethin", standin" as bold as bra.s.s in the middle o" the street! My word! An" all the thousands o" pore beggars that"s died o" thirst an" hardship in the back country--all o" them a dash sight better men nor Burke knowed how to be--where"s theyre statutes?
Don"t talk rubbage to me. Why, there was no end to that feller"s childishness.
Before he leaves Bray at Cooper"s Creek, he drors out--what do you think?-- well, he drors out a plan o" forti--(adj.)--fications, like they got in ole wore-out countries; an" Bray had to keep his fellers workin" an" cursin"
at this thing till the time come for them to clear. An" mind you, this was among the tamest blackfellers in the world. Why, Burke was dotin".
Wants a young feller, with some life in him, for to boss a expegition; an"
on top o" Burke"s swellishness an" uselessness, dash me if he wasn"t forty!"
"Well, no; he war n"t too old, Mosey," interposed Price deprecatingly.
"Wants a experienced man fer sich work. Same time, you could n"t best Burke fer a counterfit."
"Sing"lar thing, you"ll never hear one good word o" that man," observed Cooper.
"Different from all the other explorers. Can"t account for it, no road."
"Another singular thing is that you"ll never read a word against him,"
added Thompson. "In conversation, you"ll always learn that Burke never did a thing worth doing or said a thing worth saying; and that his management of that expedition would have disgraced a new-chum schoolboy; and old Victorian policemen will tell you that he left the force with the name of a bully and a sn.o.b, and a man of the smallest brains. Wonder why these things never get into print."
"De mortuis nil nisi bonum is an excellent maxim, Thompson,"
remarked Willoughby.
"It is that," retorted Mosey. "Divil a fear but they"ll nicely bone anythin"
in the shape o" credit. Toffs is no slouches at barrickin"
for theyre own push. An" I"ll tell you another dash good maximum,-- it"s to keep off of weltin" a dyin" man."
"Did you ever read Burke"s Diary, Willoughby?" asked Thompson.
"It"s just two or three pages of the foolishest trash that any man ever lost time in writing; and I"m afraid it"s about a fair sample of Burke.
I wish you could talk to some fellows that I know--Barefooted Bob, for instance. Now, there"s a man that was never known to say a thing that he was n"t sure of; and he"s been all over the country that Burke was over, and heard all that is to be known of the expedition.
And Bob"s a man that goes with his eyes open. I wish you could talk to him.
Lots of information in the back country that never gets down here into civilisation ."
"There is a certain justice in Mosey"s contention," I remarked, addressing Willoughby. "He argues that, as Burke, by dying of hardship, earned himself a statue, so Brown, Jones, and Robinson--whose souls, we trust, are in a less torrid climate than their unburied bones--should, in bare justice, have similar post-obituary recognition. For Burke"s sake, of course, the comparison in value of service had better not be entered on.
Mosey would have our cities resemble ancient Athens in respect of having more public statues than living citizens."
"Your allusion to Athens is singularly happy," replied the whaler; "but you will remember that the Athenians were, in many respects, as exclusive as ourselves. The impa.s.sable chasm which separates your ill.u.s.trious explorer from Brown, Jones, and Robinson, existed also in Athens, though, perhaps, not so jealously guarded.
But let us change the subject."
"Yes; do," said Cooper cordially. "I hate argyin". Fust go off, it"s all friendly;--"Yes, my good man."--"No, my dear feller."--"Don"t run away with that idear."--"You"re puttin" the boot on the wrong foot."-- "You got the wrong pig by the tail."--an" so on, as sweet as sugar.
But by-"n"-by it"s, "To (sheol) with you for a (adj.) fool!"-- "You"re a (adj.) liar!"--"Who the (adj. sheol) do you think you"re talking to?"--an" one word fetchin" on another till it grows into a sort o" unpleasantness."
"Hear anything of Bob and Bat lately?" asked Thompson, after a pause.
"Both gone to have a confab with Burke; an" good enough for the likes o" them,"
replied Mosey. "Them sort o" varmin"s the curse o" the country.
I ain"t a very honorable sort, myself, but I"d go on one feed every two days before I"d come as low as them. Well, couple or three year ago, you know, ole M"Gregor he sent the (adj.) skunks out with cattle to some new country, a hundred mile beyond (sheol); an" between hardship, an" bad tucker, an" bad conscience, they both pegged out. So a feller from the Diamantinar told me a fortnit ago."
"Smart fellows in their way," remarked Thompson. "I don"t bear them any malice, though they rounded me up twice, and made me fork out each time."
"Boolka horse-padd.i.c.k?" suggested Mosey. "They grabbed us there once, an" it was touch-an"-go another time. But the place is worth a bit o" risk."
"No; both times it was on Wo-Winya, on the Deniliquin side," replied Thompson.
"First time was about nine years ago. Bob and Bat were dummying on the station at the time, and looking after the Skeleton paddock. Flash young fellers they were then. Cunningham and I worked on that paddock one night, as usual, coming up empty from the Murray. Of course, we were out in the morning at grey daylight, but it was a bit foggy, and instead of finding the bullocks, we found Bob and Bat cantering round, looking for them.
Cunningham and I separated, and so did the other two; and the four of us spent the liveliest half-hour you could wish for; chasing, and crossing, and meeting one another in all directions, and not a word spoken, and not a hoof to be seen. At last the fog lifted a bit, and Cunningham spotted cattle in a timbered swamp, but Bat was between him and them; so he circled round gently, and was edging up to get a good start when Bat took the alarm, and saw the cattle; then it was neck-or-nothing with them for possession. Bob and I happened to be in sight and when we saw our mates go off on the jump, we both went for the same spot.
Cunningham beat Bat by a few lengths, and got possession; but when I got within a quarter of a mile, I saw there was only part of our lot there.
Just then I saw Bob turn his horse, and race straight toward me; and when I looked in the direction he was going, I saw more cattle.