A Colonial Reformer, Vol. 2 (of 3)Boldrewood, Rolf
History
A Colonial Reformer, Vol. 2 (of 3)
Boldrewood, Rolf
Australia -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
Ernest now recollected that this must have been the particular
denomination alluded to by Aymer Brandon as those Back Lake ‘ragers,’
and in reference to which he had calmly decided to knock off a hundred
and fifty pounds from the amount of the purchase-money.
‘Oh yes, I remember now,’ he said. ‘I suppose I can afford to sell them
at a moderate price.’
It was finally arranged that Jack Windsor should go on the next day to
their neighbours at Mildool, and induce them to come to in force with
all their available hands, as soon as they had mustered their own
outlaws, to help them to get in and draft the Back Lake mob.
‘I don’t apprehend that they will be so very difficult to manage,’ said
Mr. Neuchamp, with a modest but slightly experienced air. ‘That is, if
they are taken quietly. I put through a good-sized lot of cattle a few
days since, and had only Piambook and Boinmaroo with a hunting-crop
each.’
Mr. Windsor and Charley Banks looked meaningly at each other. The
slightest approach to a contraction might have been observed in the
former’s left eye as he made answer―
‘There’s cattle and cattle, sir. I don’t think we had any regular
out-and-outers at Garrandilla when we used to go and spend a week with
old Mr. Hasbene. He told me to give you his best wishes most
particular. But they say these Back Lakers has been, in a manner of
speaking, neglected. Mr. Parklands was always scraping the run bare as
he could for fat stock, and let these old guns have their fling till
he’d got time to make up a mob and clear ’em all out. But he is a
gentleman as never has a minute to spare; always comin’ up without
notice, and rushin’ off as if another day at home would ruinate him out
and out, so they all say, and the long and the short of it is, it’s
fell upon us to make a clean sweep of ’em―and a tidy job it is.
However, there’s some smart boys from up the river, at Mildool now, and
I think we can’t have a better chance to tackle ’em. Isn’t that so, Mr.
Banks?’
Mr. Banks nodded, and Mr. Neuchamp having signified approval, Jack
Windsor was accredited as plenipotentiary for the Mildool embassy, and
the council terminated.
The improvements were not extensive at Rainbar, Mr. Parklands being a
foe to station expenditure, except where horses and traps were
concerned. In outlay for these necessaries of life, as he called them,
his enemies asserted that he spent a small fortune annually. Certainly
his travelling arrangements needed to be complete. He was continually
on the road. He accomplished wonderful distances, and when once he had
made an appointment, whatever the weather, the roads, the season, or
the pastime, men knew that they could depend upon him to keep his tryst
to the day, almost to the hour.
Alike to him were tide or time,
Moonless midnight or matin prime,
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