A Colonial Reformer, Vol. 2 (of 3)Boldrewood, Rolf
History
A Colonial Reformer, Vol. 2 (of 3)
Boldrewood, Rolf
Australia -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
The usual meal of corned meat, damper, and milkless tea was brought in
by the hutkeeper of the period, whose moleskins were strictly in
keeping with the prevailing tone of the furniture and apartment. Much
Ernest wondered at the precise mental condition which could suffer two
free agents of legal age, the owners of a proverbially rich and
extensive run, of a well-known highly-bred herd, free from debt and
incumbrances, to live in a state of squalid savagery. He did not
exactly put his questionings into this shape, but his manner had
expressed a patent astonishment, which his host seemed to consider
himself called upon to answer.
‘We haven’t done much in the building way here,’ he remarked
apologetically, knocking the ashes out of his pipe. ‘I daresay we’ll
put up a cottage next year. But the old man never would spend a penny
on the run here. He was snug enough at the old farm down the country,
and somehow I’ve got used to the life, and it does me as well as any
other. Hardy isn’t often at home; he’s half his time in Sydney. So he
manages to hang it out here when he comes to help muster and so on. I
reckon he thinks it saves money, and as he hasn’t to live here _he_
don’t care.’
Ernest felt remorseful after this explanation, very simply delivered,
at his feelings of disgust and disapproval. ‘Suppose,’ he asked
himself, ‘_I_ had been set down here, a raw schoolboy, transplanted
from half-learned tasks to the daily labour, the rude association, the
unbroken loneliness of a distant station, debarred by a penurious old
father from the smallest outlay not immediately connected with the
herd, without books, change, society, or recreation, would it have been
all-impossible that I should have grown into the mould in which my host
is enclosed, or settled down into the resigned, sad-visaged man of
five-and-thirty whom I see before me?’ It _would_ have been impossible
in his case, he thought. Still he could enter sufficiently into the
probabilities of the situation to comprehend the injustice to which the
mental development of the elder brother had been exposed.
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