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itā€™s just what ought to happen. Anyhow, the hand of God was on him, anā€™ he got it hot anā€™ heavy. Accordinā€™ to accounts, he sold out, anā€™ give her the bulk oā€™ the cash, anā€™ then he travelled. Last year, out on the Namoi, a man told me he seen him bullock drivinā€™ in the Bland country, seven year ago. It might be him, or it mightnā€™t. I donā€™t know, anā€™ I donā€™t want to know; for heā€™s done all the harm he could. I got to thank him for all my troubles. Onā€™y for him, Iā€™d ā€™aā€™ been livinā€™ comfortable in the ole spot still. I donā€™t mention these things not once every three year on a average; but sometimes when you think Iā€™m pleasant anā€™ cheerful, Iā€™m fair wild with thinkinā€™ about that blasted cur; anā€™ you chaps fetched him up fresh in my mind tonight.ā€

ā€œAnd the poor girlā ā€”is she still at home?ā€ asked Thompson.

ā€œNo,ā€ replied Cooper hoarsely; ā€œsheā€™s somewhere at the bottom oā€™ the Hawkesbury river; anā€™ thereā€™s no more home. About three or four year after her accident, I was away in Sydney one time, on some business about shares; anā€™ when I come home, Molly was gone. Sheā€™d left a letter for me, sayinā€™ sheā€™d nothing to live for; anā€™ weā€™d meet on the other side oā€™ the grave; anā€™ I must always think kind of her; anā€™ to remember ole times, when there was onā€™y the two of us; anā€™ prayinā€™ God to bless me for always beinā€™ good to herā ā€”Why it knocked me stiff, for Iā€™d always been a selfish, unfeelinā€™ā ā€”ā€ He stopped abruptly; he had uttered the last sentences only by a strong effort.

Presently Dixon, pitying his emotion, remarked to Thompson in a gratuitously lively tone, and with diction too florid for exact reproduction,

ā€œSayā ā€”was I tellinā€™ you I seen that white bullock you swapped to Cartwright lasā€™ year? I think heā€™s gittinā€™ a cancer; mebbe itā€™s onā€™y blight; I wouldnā€™t say. Anā€™ that lyinā€™ (individual), Ike Cunningham, told me he busted his self with trefile jist after Cartwright got him.ā€

ā€œAh!ā€ replied Thompson absently.

ā€œWhat become oā€™ yer place?ā€ asked Mosey, turning to Cooper.

ā€œIā€™ll answer that question, but not to satisfy you,ā€ replied Cooper coldly. ā€œWell, chaps, when pore Mollyā€™s day was fixed, I scraped up a hundred notes, anā€™ borrered two hundred on the place, to give her a start when the thing took place. My ole dad he left everything to me, with strict orders to see Molly through. He didnā€™t want to make her a bait for loafers. Well, when the thing was squashedā ā€”me, like a fool, I was advised to lay the money out in mininā€™ shares for Molly; anā€™ then I kepā€™ risinā€™ more money, anā€™ buyinā€™ more shares; anā€™ I got sort oā€™ muddled somehow; anā€™ to make a long story short, the whole (adj.) thing went to (sheol). It was goinā€™ that road when I seen the last oā€™ pore Molly; anā€™ when I lost her, I jist roused round anā€™ got a team together, anā€™ signed everything the lyinā€™, cheatinā€™ (financiers) told me to sign; anā€™ then I cleared off. Must be gittinā€™ on forā ā€”letā€™s seeā ā€”Molly was twenty-three when she got her accident, anā€™ it was three year after when she made away with herself. That was nine year ago, so sheā€™d be thirty-five if she was alive now. She neednā€™t ā€™aā€™ done it! O, she shouldnā€™t ā€™aā€™ done it!ā ā€”for sheā€™d the satisfaction oā€™ knowinā€™ the curse that come on that blasted dog! I told her all the particulars I got, thinkinā€™ to satisfy her; but I believe it onā€™y done her harm, for the end come a week or ten days after. Seems strange, lookinā€™ back at it, to think how simple our famā€™lyā€™s been broke up, anā€™ my granā€™fatherā€™s old home gone into the hands oā€™ strangers.ā€

ā€œNever got a trace of your sister?ā€ asked Thompson.

ā€œNot a trace. Some people would have it she was gone to America, or California, or somewhereā ā€”but why would she go? Me anā€™ the Ryansā ā€”that was the married couple we hadā ā€”we knowed most about it, anā€™ we cared most; anā€™ we was sure from the first, though we done everything that could be done. She went away at night, anā€™ took nothing with herā ā€”not a single item oā€™ clothes, but jist as she stood. Ah! Iā€™d give what little I got, anā€™ walk a thousand mile on to the back of it, to see her pore bones buried safe, anā€™ then Iā€™d be satisfied.ā€

Cooper sighed deeply, and lit his pipe; then, for a time, the utter stillness of the bright starlight was broken only by the faint jingle of the horsesā€™ hobble-chains, and the sound of some of the nearer bullocks cropping the luxuriant grass.

ā€œThe ram-paddickā€™s a fool to this spot,ā€ remarked Mosey, at length. ā€œMind you, it was friendly of Number Two to lay us on. Onā€™y decent thing I ever knowed him to do. He ainā€™t the clean spud.ā€

ā€œHeā€™s ill-natured, certainly,ā€ observed Thompson; ā€œbut I canā€™t help taking an interest in him. As a general rule, the more uncivilised a man is, till you come right down to the level of the blackfellow, the better bushman he is; but I must say this of Thingamybob, that he comes as near the blackfellowā ā€”ā€

ā€œHold on,ā€ interrupted Dixon, whose private conversation with Bum had caused him to lose step in the march of conversationā ā€”ā€œWho the (sheol) is this Thingamybobā ā€”bar sells?ā€

ā€œI wish somebody would fetch me a drink of water,ā€ replied Thompson, dropping his subject in pointed rebuke of Dixonā€™s behaviour. ā€œIā€™d rather perish than go for it myself; and I wonā€™t live two hours if I donā€™t get it. Itā€™s Cooperā€™s fault. When he keeps the meat fresh, it walks away; and when he packs it in salt, and then roasts it in the panā ā€”like this eveningā ā€”you can see the salt all over it like frost. Grand remedy for scurvy, and Barcoo rot, and the hundreds of natural diseases that

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