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of Joe Matthews, M.C., --
`Take yer partners! Hurry up! Take yer partners! They've got Johnny Mears
with his fiddle!'
The Buck-Jumper.
Saturday afternoon.
There were about a dozen Bush natives, from anywhere, most of them
lanky and easy-going, hanging about the little slab-and-bark hotel
on the edge of the scrub at Capertee Camp (a teamster's camp)
when Cob & Co.'s mail-coach and six came dashing down the siding
from round Crown Ridge, in all its glory, to the end of the twelve-mile stage.
Some wiry, ill-used hacks were hanging to the fence and to saplings
about the place. The fresh coach-horses stood ready in a stock-yard
close to the shanty. As the coach climbed the nearer bank of the creek
at the foot of the ridge, six of the Bushmen detached themselves
from verandah posts, from their heels, from the clay floor of the verandah
and the rough slab wall against which they'd been resting,
and joined a group of four or five who stood round one.
He stood with his back to the corner post of the stock-yard,
his feet well braced out in front of him, and contemplated
the toes of his tight new 'lastic-side boots and whistled softly.
He was a clean-limbed, handsome fellow, with riding-cords,
leggings, and a blue sash; he was Graeco-Roman-nosed, blue-eyed,
and his glossy, curly black hair bunched up in front of the brim
of a new cabbage-tree hat, set well back on his head.
`Do it for a quid, Jack?' asked one.
`Damned if I will, Jim!' said the young man at the post.
`I'll do it for a fiver -- not a blanky sprat less.'
Jim took off his hat and `shoved' it round, and `bobs' were `chucked' into it.
The result was about thirty shillings.
Jack glanced contemptuously into the crown of the hat.
`Not me!' he said, showing some emotion for the first time.
`D'yer think I'm going to risk me blanky neck for your blanky amusement
for thirty blanky bob. I'll ride the blanky horse for a fiver,
and I'll feel the blanky quids in my pocket before I get on.'
Meanwhile the coach had dashed up to the door of the shanty.
There were about twenty passengers aboard -- inside, on the box-seat,
on the tail-board, and hanging on to the roof -- most of them Sydney men
going up to the Mudgee races. They got down and went inside
with the driver for a drink, while the stablemen changed horses.
The Bushmen raised their voices a little and argued.
One of the passengers was a big, stout, hearty man --
a good-hearted, sporting man and a racehorse-owner, according to his brands.
He had a round red face and a white cork hat. `What's those chaps
got on outside?' he asked the publican.
`Oh, it's a bet they've got on about riding a horse,' replied the publican.
`The flash-looking chap with the sash is Flash Jack, the horse-breaker;
and they reckon they've got the championoutlaw in the district out there --
that chestnut horse in the yard.'
The sporting man was interested at once, and went out and joined the Bushmen.
`Well, chaps! what have you got on here?' he asked cheerily.
`Oh,' said Jim carelessly, `it's only a bit of a bet about ridin'
that blanky chestnut in the corner of the yard there.' He indicated
an ungroomed chestnut horse, fenced off by a couple of long sapling poles
in a corner of the stock-yard. `Flash Jack there -- he reckons
he's the champion horse-breaker round here -- Flash Jack reckons
he can take it out of that horse first try.'
`What's up with the horse?' inquired the big, red-faced man.
`It looks quiet enough. Why, I'd ride it myself.'
`Would yer?' said Jim, who had hair that stood straight up,
and an innocent, inquiring expression. `Looks quiet, does he?
YOU ought to know more about horses than to go by the looks of 'em.
He's quiet enough just now, when there's no one near him;
but you should have been here an hour ago. That horse has killed two men
and put another chap's shoulder out -- besides breaking a cove's leg.
It took six of us all the morning to run him in and get the saddle on him;
and now Flash Jack wants to back out of it.'
`Euraliar!' remarked Flash Jack cheerfully. `I said I'd ride
that blanky horse out of the yard for a fiver. I ain't goin' to risk
my blanky neck for nothing and only to amuse you blanks.'
`He said he'd ride the horse inside the yard for a quid,' said Jim.
`And get smashed against the rails!' said Flash Jack. `I would be a fool.
I'd rather take my chance outside in the scrub -- and it's rough country
round here.'
`Well, how much do you want?' asked the man in the mushroom hat.
`A fiver, I said,' replied Jack indifferently. `And the blanky stuff
in my pocket before I get on the blanky horse.'
`Are you frightened of us running away without paying you?'
inquired one of the passengers who had gathered round.
`I'm frightened of the horse bolting with me without me being paid,'
said Flash Jack. `I know that horse; he's got a mouth like iron.
I might be at the bottom of the cliff on Crown Ridge road in twenty minutes
with my head caved in, and then what chance for the quids?'
`You wouldn't want 'em then,' suggested a passenger. `Or, say! --
we'd leave the fiver with the publican to bury you.'
Flash Jack ignored that passenger. He eyed his boots and softly whistled
a tune.
`All right!' said the man in the cork hat, putting his hand in his pocket.
`I'll start with a quid; stump up, you chaps.'
The five pounds were got together.
`I'll lay a quid to half a quid he don't stick on ten minutes!'
shouted Jim to his mates as soon as he saw that the event was to come off.
The passengers also betted amongst themselves. Flash Jack,
after putting the money in his breeches-pocket, let down the rails
and led the horse into the middle of the yard.
`Quiet as an old cow!' snorted a passenger in disgust.
`I believe it's a sell!'
`Wait a bit,' said Jim to the passenger, `wait a bit and you'll see.'
They waited and saw.
Flash Jack leisurely mounted the horse, rode slowly out of the yard,
and trotted briskly round the corner of the shanty and into the scrub,
which swallowed him more completely than the sea might have done.
Most of the other Bushmen mounted their horses and followed Flash Jack
to a clearing in the scrub, at a safe distance from the shanty;
then they dismounted and hung on to saplings, or leaned against their horses,
while they laughed.
At the hotel there was just time for another drink. The driver
climbed to his seat and shouted, `All aboard!' in his usual tone.
The passengers climbed to their places, thinking hard.
A mile or so along the road the man with the cork hat remarked,
with much truth --
`Those blanky Bushmen have got too much time to think.'
. . . . .
The Bushmen returned to the shanty as soon as the coach was out of sight,
and proceeded to `knock down' the fiver.
Jimmy Grimshaw's Wooing.
The Half-way House at Tinned Dog (Out-Back in Australia)
kept Daniel Myers -- licensed to retail spirituous and fermented liquors --
in drink and the horrors for upward of five years, at the end of which time
he lay hidden for weeks in a back skillion, an object which no decent man
would care to see -- or hear when it gave forth sound. `Good accommodation
for man and beast'; but few shanties save his own might, for a consideration,
have accommodated the sort of beast which the man Myers had become
towards the end of his career. But at last the eccentric Bush doctor,
`Doc' Wild' (who perhaps could drink as much as Myers without its having
any further effect upon his temperament than to keep him awake and cynical),
pronounced the publican dead enough to be buried legally;
so the widow buried him, had the skillion cleaned out,
and the sign altered to read, `Margaret Myers, licensed, &c.',
and continued to conduct the pub. just as she had run it for over five years,
with the joyful and blessedexception that there was no longer
a human pig and pigstye attached, and that the atmosphere was calm.
Most of the regular patrons of the Half-way House could have
their horrors decently, and, comparatively, quietly -- or otherwise
have them privately -- in the Big Scrub adjacent; but Myers had not been
one of that sort.
Mrs Myers settled herself to enjoy life comfortably and happily,
at the fixed age of thirty-nine, for the next seven years or so.
She was a pleasant-faced dumpling, who had been baked solid
in the droughts of Out-Back without losing her good looks,
and had put up with a hard life, and Myers, all those years
without losing her good humour and nature. Probably, had her husband been
the opposite kind of man, she would have been different --
haggard, bad-tempered, and altogether impossible -- for of such is woman.
But then it might be taken into consideration that she had been practically
a widow during at least the last five years of her husband's alleged life.
Mrs Myers was reckoned a good catch in the district, but it soon seemed
that she was not to be caught.
`It would be a grand thing,' one of the periodical boozers of Tinned Dog
would say to his mates, `for one of us to have his name up on a pub.;
it would save a lot of money.'
`It wouldn't save you anything, Bill, if I got it,' was the retort.
`You needn't come round chewing my lug then. I'd give you one drink
and no more.'
The publican at Dead Camel, station managers, professional shearers,
even one or two solvent squatters and promising cockatoos,
tried their luck in vain. In answer to the suggestion
that she ought to have a man to knock round and look after things,
she retorted that she had had one, and was perfectly satisfied.
Few trav'lers on those tracks but tried `a bit of bear-up' in that direction,
but all to no purpose. Chequemen knocked down their cheques manfully
at the Half-way House -- to get courage and goodwill and `put it off' till,
at the last moment, they offered themselves abjectly to the landlady;
which was worse than bad judgment on their part -- it was very silly,
and she told them so.
One or two swore off, and swore to keep straight; but she had no faith
in them, and when they found that out, it hurt their feelings so much
that they `broke out' and went on record-breaking sprees.
About the end of each shearing the sign was touched up, with an extra
coat of paint on the `Margaret', whereat suitors looked hopeless.
One or two of the rejected died of love in the horrors in the Big Scrub --
anyway, the verdict was that they died of love aggravated by the horrors.
But the climax was reached when a Queensland shearer, seizing the opportunity
when the mate, whose turn it was to watch him, fell asleep,
went down to the yard and hanged himself on the butcher's gallows --
having first removed his clothes, with some drink-lurid idea
of leaving the world as naked as he came into it. He climbed the pole,
sat astride on top, fixed the rope to neck and bar, but gave a yell --
a yell of drunkentriumph -- before he dropped, and woke his mates.
They cut him down and brought him to. Next day he apologised to Mrs Myers,
said, `Ah, well! So long!' to the rest, and departed --
cured of drink and love apparently. The verdict was that the blanky fool
should have dropped before he yelled; but she was upset and annoyed,
and it began to look as though, if she wished to continue
to live on happily and comfortably for a few years longer
at the fixed age of thirty-nine, she would either have to
give up the pub. or get married.
Her fame was carried far and wide, and she became a woman
whose name was mentioned with respect in rough shearing-sheds and huts,
and round the camp-fire.
About thirty miles south of Tinned Dog one James Grimshaw, widower --
otherwise known as `Old Jimmy', though he was little past middle age --
had a small selection which he had worked, let, given up, and tackled afresh
(with sinews of war drawn from fencing contracts) ever since
the death of his young wife some fifteen years agone. He was a practical,
square-faced, clean-shaven, clean, and tidy man, with a certain `cleanness'
about the shape of his limbs which suggested the old jockey or hostler.
There were two strong theories in connection with Jimmy -- one was that
he had had a university education, and the other that he couldn't write
his own name. Not nearly such a ridiculous nor simple case Out-Back
as it might seem.
Jimmy smoked and listened without comment to the `heard tells'
`Take yer partners! Hurry up! Take yer partners! They've got Johnny Mears
with his fiddle!'
The Buck-Jumper.
Saturday afternoon.
There were about a dozen Bush natives, from anywhere, most of them
lanky and easy-going, hanging about the little slab-and-bark hotel
on the edge of the scrub at Capertee Camp (a teamster's camp)
when Cob & Co.'s mail-coach and six came dashing down the siding
from round Crown Ridge, in all its glory, to the end of the twelve-mile stage.
Some wiry, ill-used hacks were hanging to the fence and to saplings
about the place. The fresh coach-horses stood ready in a stock-yard
close to the shanty. As the coach climbed the nearer bank of the creek
at the foot of the ridge, six of the Bushmen detached themselves
from verandah posts, from their heels, from the clay floor of the verandah
and the rough slab wall against which they'd been resting,
and joined a group of four or five who stood round one.
He stood with his back to the corner post of the stock-yard,
his feet well braced out in front of him, and contemplated
the toes of his tight new 'lastic-side boots and whistled softly.
He was a clean-limbed, handsome fellow, with riding-cords,
leggings, and a blue sash; he was Graeco-Roman-nosed, blue-eyed,
and his glossy, curly black hair bunched up in front of the brim
of a new cabbage-tree hat, set well back on his head.
`Do it for a quid, Jack?' asked one.
`Damned if I will, Jim!' said the young man at the post.
`I'll do it for a fiver -- not a blanky sprat less.'
Jim took off his hat and `shoved' it round, and `bobs' were `chucked' into it.
The result was about thirty shillings.
Jack glanced contemptuously into the crown of the hat.
`Not me!' he said, showing some emotion for the first time.
`D'yer think I'm going to risk me blanky neck for your blanky amusement
for thirty blanky bob. I'll ride the blanky horse for a fiver,
and I'll feel the blanky quids in my pocket before I get on.'
Meanwhile the coach had dashed up to the door of the shanty.
There were about twenty passengers aboard -- inside, on the box-seat,
on the tail-board, and hanging on to the roof -- most of them Sydney men
going up to the Mudgee races. They got down and went inside
with the driver for a drink, while the stablemen changed horses.
The Bushmen raised their voices a little and argued.
One of the passengers was a big, stout, hearty man --
a good-hearted, sporting man and a racehorse-owner, according to his brands.
He had a round red face and a white cork hat. `What's those chaps
got on outside?' he asked the publican.
`Oh, it's a bet they've got on about riding a horse,' replied the publican.
`The flash-looking chap with the sash is Flash Jack, the horse-breaker;
and they reckon they've got the championoutlaw in the district out there --
that chestnut horse in the yard.'
The sporting man was interested at once, and went out and joined the Bushmen.
`Well, chaps! what have you got on here?' he asked cheerily.
`Oh,' said Jim carelessly, `it's only a bit of a bet about ridin'
that blanky chestnut in the corner of the yard there.' He indicated
an ungroomed chestnut horse, fenced off by a couple of long sapling poles
in a corner of the stock-yard. `Flash Jack there -- he reckons
he's the champion horse-breaker round here -- Flash Jack reckons
he can take it out of that horse first try.'
`What's up with the horse?' inquired the big, red-faced man.
`It looks quiet enough. Why, I'd ride it myself.'
`Would yer?' said Jim, who had hair that stood straight up,
and an innocent, inquiring expression. `Looks quiet, does he?
YOU ought to know more about horses than to go by the looks of 'em.
He's quiet enough just now, when there's no one near him;
but you should have been here an hour ago. That horse has killed two men
and put another chap's shoulder out -- besides breaking a cove's leg.
It took six of us all the morning to run him in and get the saddle on him;
and now Flash Jack wants to back out of it.'
`Euraliar!' remarked Flash Jack cheerfully. `I said I'd ride
that blanky horse out of the yard for a fiver. I ain't goin' to risk
my blanky neck for nothing and only to amuse you blanks.'
`He said he'd ride the horse inside the yard for a quid,' said Jim.
`And get smashed against the rails!' said Flash Jack. `I would be a fool.
I'd rather take my chance outside in the scrub -- and it's rough country
round here.'
`Well, how much do you want?' asked the man in the mushroom hat.
`A fiver, I said,' replied Jack indifferently. `And the blanky stuff
in my pocket before I get on the blanky horse.'
`Are you frightened of us running away without paying you?'
inquired one of the passengers who had gathered round.
`I'm frightened of the horse bolting with me without me being paid,'
said Flash Jack. `I know that horse; he's got a mouth like iron.
I might be at the bottom of the cliff on Crown Ridge road in twenty minutes
with my head caved in, and then what chance for the quids?'
`You wouldn't want 'em then,' suggested a passenger. `Or, say! --
we'd leave the fiver with the publican to bury you.'
Flash Jack ignored that passenger. He eyed his boots and softly whistled
a tune.
`All right!' said the man in the cork hat, putting his hand in his pocket.
`I'll start with a quid; stump up, you chaps.'
The five pounds were got together.
`I'll lay a quid to half a quid he don't stick on ten minutes!'
shouted Jim to his mates as soon as he saw that the event was to come off.
The passengers also betted amongst themselves. Flash Jack,
after putting the money in his breeches-pocket, let down the rails
and led the horse into the middle of the yard.
`Quiet as an old cow!' snorted a passenger in disgust.
`I believe it's a sell!'
`Wait a bit,' said Jim to the passenger, `wait a bit and you'll see.'
They waited and saw.
Flash Jack leisurely mounted the horse, rode slowly out of the yard,
and trotted briskly round the corner of the shanty and into the scrub,
which swallowed him more completely than the sea might have done.
Most of the other Bushmen mounted their horses and followed Flash Jack
to a clearing in the scrub, at a safe distance from the shanty;
then they dismounted and hung on to saplings, or leaned against their horses,
while they laughed.
At the hotel there was just time for another drink. The driver
climbed to his seat and shouted, `All aboard!' in his usual tone.
The passengers climbed to their places, thinking hard.
A mile or so along the road the man with the cork hat remarked,
with much truth --
`Those blanky Bushmen have got too much time to think.'
. . . . .
The Bushmen returned to the shanty as soon as the coach was out of sight,
and proceeded to `knock down' the fiver.
Jimmy Grimshaw's Wooing.
The Half-way House at Tinned Dog (Out-Back in Australia)
kept Daniel Myers -- licensed to retail spirituous and fermented liquors --
in drink and the horrors for upward of five years, at the end of which time
he lay hidden for weeks in a back skillion, an object which no decent man
would care to see -- or hear when it gave forth sound. `Good accommodation
for man and beast'; but few shanties save his own might, for a consideration,
have accommodated the sort of beast which the man Myers had become
towards the end of his career. But at last the eccentric Bush doctor,
`Doc' Wild' (who perhaps could drink as much as Myers without its having
any further effect upon his temperament than to keep him awake and cynical),
pronounced the publican dead enough to be buried legally;
so the widow buried him, had the skillion cleaned out,
and the sign altered to read, `Margaret Myers, licensed, &c.',
and continued to conduct the pub. just as she had run it for over five years,
with the joyful and blessedexception that there was no longer
a human pig and pigstye attached, and that the atmosphere was calm.
Most of the regular patrons of the Half-way House could have
their horrors decently, and, comparatively, quietly -- or otherwise
have them privately -- in the Big Scrub adjacent; but Myers had not been
one of that sort.
Mrs Myers settled herself to enjoy life comfortably and happily,
at the fixed age of thirty-nine, for the next seven years or so.
She was a pleasant-faced dumpling, who had been baked solid
in the droughts of Out-Back without losing her good looks,
and had put up with a hard life, and Myers, all those years
without losing her good humour and nature. Probably, had her husband been
the opposite kind of man, she would have been different --
haggard, bad-tempered, and altogether impossible -- for of such is woman.
But then it might be taken into consideration that she had been practically
a widow during at least the last five years of her husband's alleged life.
Mrs Myers was reckoned a good catch in the district, but it soon seemed
that she was not to be caught.
`It would be a grand thing,' one of the periodical boozers of Tinned Dog
would say to his mates, `for one of us to have his name up on a pub.;
it would save a lot of money.'
`It wouldn't save you anything, Bill, if I got it,' was the retort.
`You needn't come round chewing my lug then. I'd give you one drink
and no more.'
The publican at Dead Camel, station managers, professional shearers,
even one or two solvent squatters and promising cockatoos,
tried their luck in vain. In answer to the suggestion
that she ought to have a man to knock round and look after things,
she retorted that she had had one, and was perfectly satisfied.
Few trav'lers on those tracks but tried `a bit of bear-up' in that direction,
but all to no purpose. Chequemen knocked down their cheques manfully
at the Half-way House -- to get courage and goodwill and `put it off' till,
at the last moment, they offered themselves abjectly to the landlady;
which was worse than bad judgment on their part -- it was very silly,
and she told them so.
One or two swore off, and swore to keep straight; but she had no faith
in them, and when they found that out, it hurt their feelings so much
that they `broke out' and went on record-breaking sprees.
About the end of each shearing the sign was touched up, with an extra
coat of paint on the `Margaret', whereat suitors looked hopeless.
One or two of the rejected died of love in the horrors in the Big Scrub --
anyway, the verdict was that they died of love aggravated by the horrors.
But the climax was reached when a Queensland shearer, seizing the opportunity
when the mate, whose turn it was to watch him, fell asleep,
went down to the yard and hanged himself on the butcher's gallows --
having first removed his clothes, with some drink-lurid idea
of leaving the world as naked as he came into it. He climbed the pole,
sat astride on top, fixed the rope to neck and bar, but gave a yell --
a yell of drunkentriumph -- before he dropped, and woke his mates.
They cut him down and brought him to. Next day he apologised to Mrs Myers,
said, `Ah, well! So long!' to the rest, and departed --
cured of drink and love apparently. The verdict was that the blanky fool
should have dropped before he yelled; but she was upset and annoyed,
and it began to look as though, if she wished to continue
to live on happily and comfortably for a few years longer
at the fixed age of thirty-nine, she would either have to
give up the pub. or get married.
Her fame was carried far and wide, and she became a woman
whose name was mentioned with respect in rough shearing-sheds and huts,
and round the camp-fire.
About thirty miles south of Tinned Dog one James Grimshaw, widower --
otherwise known as `Old Jimmy', though he was little past middle age --
had a small selection which he had worked, let, given up, and tackled afresh
(with sinews of war drawn from fencing contracts) ever since
the death of his young wife some fifteen years agone. He was a practical,
square-faced, clean-shaven, clean, and tidy man, with a certain `cleanness'
about the shape of his limbs which suggested the old jockey or hostler.
There were two strong theories in connection with Jimmy -- one was that
he had had a university education, and the other that he couldn't write
his own name. Not nearly such a ridiculous nor simple case Out-Back
as it might seem.
Jimmy smoked and listened without comment to the `heard tells'
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- comfortably [´kʌmfətəbli] ad.舒适地 (高中英语单词)
- perfectly [´pə:fiktli] ad.理想地；完美地 (高中英语单词)
- goodwill [,gud´wil] n.友好，亲善；信誉 (高中英语单词)
- climax [´klaimæks] n.顶点；高潮 (高中英语单词)
- apparently [ə´pærəntli] ad.显然，表面上地 (高中英语单词)
- selection [si´lekʃən] n.选择；选拔；精选物 (高中英语单词)
- fencing [´fensiŋ] n.击剑；栅栏；搪塞 (高中英语单词)
- ridiculous [ri´dikjuləs] a.荒谬的；可笑的 (高中英语单词)
- outlaw [´autlɔ:] n.歹徒 vt.将...放逐 (英语四级单词)
- leisurely [´leʒəli] a.从容地，慢慢地 (英语四级单词)
- briskly [´briskli] ad.轻快地；活泼地 (英语四级单词)
- clearing [´kliəriŋ] n.(森林中的)空旷地 (英语四级单词)
- retail [´ri:teil, ri´teil] n.&a.&v.零售(商品的) (英语四级单词)
- blessed [´blesid] a.享福的；神圣的 (英语四级单词)
- adjacent [ə´dʒeisənt] a.接近的；紧接着的 (英语四级单词)
- periodical [,piəri´ɔdikəl] a.定期的 n.期刊 (英语四级单词)
- whereat [weər´æt] ad.对于...；在这里 (英语四级单词)
- verdict [´və:dikt] n.裁决，判决；判定 (英语四级单词)
- gallows [´gæləuz] n.绞刑架 (英语四级单词)
- dashing [´dæʃiŋ] a.勇猛的；生气勃勃的 (英语六级单词)
- glossy [´glɔsi] a.光滑的，有光泽的 (英语六级单词)
- contemptuously [kən´temptjuəsli] ad.蔑视地；傲慢地 (英语六级单词)
- sydney [´sidni] n.悉尼 (英语六级单词)
- sapling [´sæpliŋ] n.树苗，幼树 (英语六级单词)
- indifferently [in´difrəntli] ad.不关心地；冷淡地 (英语六级单词)
- eccentric [ik´sentrik] a.古怪的；离心的 (英语六级单词)
- privately [´praivitli] ad.秘密，一个人 (英语六级单词)
- departed [di´pɑ:tid] a.已往的；已故的 (英语六级单词)
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