The Germ Growers: An Australian story of adventure and mystery — John Shaqi
The Germ Growers: An Australian story of adventure and mysteryPotter, Robert
Science
The Germ Growers: An Australian story of adventure and mystery
Potter, Robert
Science fiction, Australian
Mr. Fetherston introduced us to his chief assistant, Mr. Berry,
telling us that we could do no better than take his advice about our
preparation for the journey. Mr. Berry was also a veteran bushman and
an experienced surveyor. He had been to Cooper’s Creek twice, and he
knew the Darling from Bourke to Wentworth as well as King William
Street and the North Terrace. So Jack and I put ourselves into his
hands. We purchased two strong saddle horses, each with colonial
saddles of the sort used by stockmen, and everything to match. We
hired a man, specially recommended as a good bushman by Mr. Berry.
This man was to ride one horse and to lead another, so that we should
have one spare horse in case of accident. Mr. Fetherston introduced us
also to the department which had oversight of the work. And they
allowed us to pay a bulk sum to cover our expenses on the journey. The
sum seemed to me very moderate, but, as Mr. Berry explained, “it was
only to cover tucker and tents;” and the former was to be of a very
simple and primitive sort, consisting simply of tea and sugar, salt
meat and flour, and lime-juice, and we were to manage our cooking the
best way we could. The store waggons would carry tobacco and soap; but
these were to be sold, and Mr. Berry advised us to take a private
supply of the former. We also procured a revolver each, and as many
cartridges as we could conveniently carry. We each provided ourselves
with a pair of blankets, an opossum rug, a couple of changes of coarse
outside clothing, and half-a-dozen flannel shirts. Our dressing gear
was limited to a comb and a tooth-brush each, with a few coarse
towels. The towels and shirts we hoped to be able to wash from time to
time on the way, and Mr. Berry told us that at depôts along the line
there would sometimes be a supply of flannel shirts, and moleskin
trousers, and cabbage-tree hats. The cabbage-tree hat was the head
gear that we adopted by his advice.
Before leaving Adelaide we put our money in the bank, arranging that
it should bear interest at some low rate for six months, and then we
made our wills, which we left in the safe belonging to the bank. By
Mr. Fetherston’s advice we took very little money with us. A few
sovereigns and some silver, he said, would be more than enough.
Whatever we might buy at the Government depôts would be paid for by
cheque, and if we should have occasion and opportunity to purchase
fresh horses our cheques, endorsed by Mr. Fetherston, would be readily
accepted.
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