A Colonial Reformer, Vol. 3 (of 3)Boldrewood, Rolf
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A Colonial Reformer, Vol. 3 (of 3)
Boldrewood, Rolf
Australia -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
Jack Windsor, upon Mr. Banks’s promotion and marriage, became manager
of the whole consolidated establishment, with a proportionate advance
in salary. He developed his leading qualities of shrewdness and energy
to their fullest capacity under the influence of prosperity. Being
perfectly satisfied with his position and duties, having a good home, a
contented wife, the means of educating his large family, the respect of
the whole country-side, and the habit of saving a large portion of his
liberal salary, besides an abundance of the exact species of occupation
and exercise which suited him, it is not probable that he will make
any attempt to ‘better himself.’ It is not certain that Mrs. Windsor
would not favour the investment of their savings in property ‘down the
country’ for the sake of the children, etc.; but Jack will not hear of
it. ‘I should feel first-rate,’ he says scornfully, ‘shouldn’t I, in
a place of my own, with a man and a boy, and forty or fifty head of
crawling cattle to stare at while they were getting fit for market?
That’s not my style. It wouldn’t suit any of us—not you either, old
woman, to be poking about, helping at the wash-tub or something, or
peelin’ potatoes for dinner. We couldn’t stand it after the life we’ve
had here. I couldn’t do without half-a-dozen stabled hacks and a lot
of smart men to keep up to the mark. Give me something _big_ to work
at, done well, and paying for good keep and good spending all round.
Five hundred and forty head of fat cattle cut out in two days like the
last Mildool lot, and all the country-side at the muster—that’s John
Windsor’s style—none of your Hawkesbury corn-shelling, butter-and-eggs
racket. You ought to have married old Homminey, Carry, if that’s what
you wanted. Besides, after thinking and saving and driving up to high
pressure for the master so long, it would feel unnatural-like to be
only working for myself.‘ So the argument was settled. Mr. Windsor
had, it seems, tasted too fully of the luxury of power and command to
relinquish it for humble independence.
The undisputed sway over a large staff of working hands, the
unquestioned control of money and credit, within certain limits, had
become with him more and more an indispensable habitude. Accustomed
to the tone of the leader and the centurion, he could not endure the
thought of changing his wide eventful life into the decorous dulness of
the small landed proprietor. Mrs. Windsor, too, who dressed exceedingly
well, and was admitted on equal terms to the society of the district,
a position which, from her tact, good sense, and extremely agreeable
appearance, she suitably filled and fully deserved, would probably, as
her husband forcibly explained, have felt the change almost as much as
himself. So Mr. Neuchamp was spared the annoyance of looking out for a
new manager.
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