Such Is Life - Joseph Furphy (philippa perry book txt) š
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Thompson did as desired; and the first pull brought the wagon on to solid ground. Meanwhile Dixon and Willoughby had taken their team through, and were hurrying along. Cooper, growling maledictions on everything connected with Port Phillipā āroads in particularā āhad selected his route, and started his team. Thompson hooked on to his own wagon, and crossed safely, but with very little to spare.
āTouch-and-go,ā he remarked to me; āanother bale would have anchored her. Ah! Cooperās in it, with all his cleverness.ā
Cooper was in it. The two-ton Hawkesbury, with seven-and-a-half tons of load, was down to the axle-beds; and the Cornstalk was endeavouring, by means of extracts from the sermons of Knoxās soundest followers, to do something like justice to the contingency. Thompson sighed, glanced toward the ram-paddock, and hooked his team in front of Cooperās. Mosey, who had been mending his broken chain with wire, now came over with Price.
āWeāll give you a lend of our whips,ā said he with cheap complaisance. āTake the leaders yerself, Thompson. Stiddy now, till I give the word, or weāll be fetching the (adj.) handle out of her. Nowā āpop it onā āto āem!ā
Then thirty-six picked bullocks planted their feet and prised, and a hundred and seventy feet of bar chain stretched tense and rigid from the leadersā yoke to the pole-cap. The wagon crept forward. A low grumble, more a growl than a bellow, passed from beast to beast along the teamā āsure indication that the wagon wouldnāt stop again if it could be taken through. The off front wheel rose slowly on harder ground; the off hind wheel rose in its turn; both near wheels ploughed deeper beneath the top-heavy weight of thirty-eight balesā ā
āSheās over!ā thundered Cooper. āKeep her goināā āitās her onāy chance!ā
Then the heavy pine whipsticks bent like bulrushes in the driversā skilful hands, while a spray of dissevered hair, and sometimes a line of springing blood, followed each detonationā āthe libretto being in keeping. A few yards forward still, while both off wheels rose to the surface, and both near wheels sank till the naves burrowed in the ground; then the wagon swung heavily over on its near side.
āGoodbye, John,ā said Cooper, with fine immobility. āThree-man job, by rights. Will you give us a hand, Collins?ā For Price and Mosey were silently returning to their teams.
āCertainly, I will.ā
āWell, itās a half dayās contract Iāll git some breakfast ready, while you (fellows) unloosens the ropes.ā
Thompson and I released the bullocks from the pole, unfastened the ropes, and brought the wagon down to its wheels again. Then Cooper summoned us to breakfast.
āYouāll jist take sort oā potluck, Collins,ā he remarked. āI should āaā baked some soda bread anā boiled some meat last night, onāy for beinā too busy doinā nothing. Laziness is catchinā. Thatās why I hate a lot oā fellers campinā together; itās nothing but yarn, yarn; anā your wagon aināt greazed, anā your tarpolin aināt looked to; anā nothin done but yarn, yarn; anā you flogginā in your own mind at not gittinā ahead oā your work. Thatās where womenās got the purchase on us (fellows). When a lot oā women gits together, one oā them reads out something religious, anā the rest all wires in at sewinā, or knittinā, or some (adj.) thing. They canāt suffer to be idle, nor to see anybody else idleā āwomen canāt.ā Cooper was an observer. It was pleasant to hear him philosophise.
The work of reloading was made severe and tedious by the lack of any better skids than the poles of the two wagonsā āwas, indeed, made impossible under the circumstances, but for Cooperās enormous and wellsaved strength. Our toil was enlivened, however, by an argument as to the esoteric cause of the capsize. Cooper maintained that nothing better could have been hoped for, after leaving Kenilworth shed on a Friday; Thompson, untrammelled by such superstition, contended that the misadventure was solely due to travelling on Sunday; whilst I held it to be merely a proof that Cooper, in spite of his sins, wasnāt deserted yet. Each of us supported his argument by a wealth of illustrative cases, and thus fortified his own stubborn opinion to his own perfect satisfaction. Then, descending to more tangible things, we discussed Cleopatra. Here we were unanimous in deciding that the horse had, as yet, disclosed only two faults, and these not the faults of the Irishmanās horse in the weary yarn. One of them, we concluded, was to buck like a demon on being first mounted, and the other was to grope backward for the person who went to catch him after delivery of loading.
In the meantime, four horsemen, with three packhorses, went by; then two horse teams, loaded outward; then Stewart, of Kooltopa, paused to give a few words of sympathy as he drove past; then far ahead, we saw two wool teams, evidently from Boolka, converging slowly toward the main track; then more wool came in sight from the pine-ridge, five or six miles behind. By this time, it was after midday; and Cooper, having tied the last levers, looked round before descending from the load.
āSomebody on a grey horse cominā along the track from the ram-paddick, anā another (fellow) on a brown horse cominā across the plain,ā he remarked. āWonder if one oā themās Martin-anā heās rose a horse at the station?ā
āI was thinking about tonight,ā replied Thompson. āIād forgot Martin. Duffing soon comes under the what-you-may-call-him.ā
āStatute of Limitations?ā I suggested.
āYes. Come and have a drink of tea, and a bit of Cooperās pastry. His cookery doesnāt fatten, but it fills up.ā
āO you (adj.) liar,ā gently protested the Cornstalk, as he seated himself on the ground beside the
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