Old Melbourne Memories: Second Edition, RevisedBoldrewood, Rolf
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Old Melbourne Memories: Second Edition, Revised
Boldrewood, Rolf
Frontier and pioneer life -- Australia -- Melbourne (Vic.); Victoria -- Description and travel; Victoria -- Social life and customs
The captain's first cattle-muster was fixed for a certain day. I had the
honour of being invited specially to superintend the classing and
drafting of the bullocks, retaining the presumably marketable, and
condemning the irreconcilables. I was happy to accede, but a slight
difficulty stood in the way. The night preceding the muster had been
devoted to the coming ball at Dunmore, an anxiously-anticipated
festivity, to which all Port Fairy was bidden, and from which no loyal
Western man could be absent if alive. Certainly not the writer,
Terpsichore's not least ardent votary. The difficulty was to combine
drafting and dancing with a conscientious attention to both. "Minorca
lies in the middle sea." Lyne is half-way between Dunmore and
Hamilton--over twenty miles anyhow. The drafting would commence at
sunrise--the dancing would continue till daylight. Such trivial
discrepancies were negotiable, however,
Ere nerve and sinew began to fail
In the consulship of Plancus.
The ball was in its way perfect, "with music, moonlight, love, and
flowers," probably in the usual proportions. Daylight found the
revellers still unsated; but an hour before the first tremulous dawn
wavelet rippled over the pale sky-line I had doffed the canonicals,
slipped on boots and breeches, mounted my favourite hackney--"The
Gaucha" to wit--and was stretching out along the track to Eumeralla at
the rate of twelve miles an hour.
The summer morn was refreshingly cool, the first hour's ride delicious;
then an increasing drowsiness made itself felt, and ere long I would
have given all the world to lie down under a tree and sleep till noon.
But the inclination was sternly repressed, and less than another hour's
ride brought the creek in view, below the blackwood-crowned slopes of
Lyne, one of the loveliest spots in all the West. The position of the
stock-yard was denoted from afar by the great cloud of dust which rose
pillar-like to the clear sky, while the "roaring" of the restless,
excited cattle had been audible long before the dust-cloud was visible.
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