CHAPTER XI.

We should be careful to get out of an experience only the wisdom that is

in it--and stop there; lest we be like the cat that sits down on a hot

stove-lid. She will never sit down on a hot stove-lid again--and that is

well; but also she will never sit down on a cold one any more.

--Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar.

All English-speaking colonies are made up of lavishly hospitable people,

and New South Wales and its capital are like the rest in this. The

English-speaking colony of the United States of America is always

called lavishly hospitable by the English traveler. As to the other

English-speaking colonies throughout the world from Canada all around, I

know by experience that the description fits them. I will not go more

particularly into this matter, for I find that when writers try to

distribute their gratitude here and there and yonder by detail they run

across difficulties and do some ungraceful stumbling.

Mr. Gane ("New South Wales and Victoria in 1885 "), tried to distribute

his gratitude, and was not lucky:

"The inhabitants of Sydney are renowned for their hospitality. The

treatment which we experienced at the hands of this generous-hearted

people will help more than anything else to make us recollect with

pleasure our stay amongst them. In the character of hosts and

hostesses they excel. The 'new chum' needs only the

acquaintanceship of one of their number, and he becomes at once the

happy recipient of numerous complimentary invitations and thoughtful

kindnesses. Of the towns it has been our good fortune to visit,

none have portrayed home so faithfully as Sydney."

Nobody could say it finer than that. If he had put in his cork then, and

stayed away from Dubbo----but no; heedless man, he pulled it again.

Pulled it when he was away along in his book, and his memory of what he

had said about Sydney had grown dim:

"We cannot quit the promising town of Dubbo without testifying, in

warm praise, to the kind-hearted and hospitable usages of its

inhabitants. Sydney, though well deserving the character it bears

of its kindly treatment of strangers, possesses a little formality

and reserve. In Dubbo, on the contrary, though the same congenial

manners prevail, there is a pleasing degree of respectful

familiarity which gives the town a homely comfort not often met with

elsewhere. In laying on one side our pen we feel contented in

having been able, though so late in this work, to bestow a

panegyric, however unpretentious, on a town which, though possessing

no picturesque natural surroundings, nor interesting architectural

productions, has yet a body of citizens whose hearts cannot but

obtain for their town a reputation for benevolence and

kind-heartedness."

I wonder what soured him on Sydney. It seems strange that a pleasing

degree of three or four fingers of respectful familiarity should fill a

man up and give him the panegyrics so bad. For he has them, the worst

way--any one can see that. A man who is perfectly at himself does not

throw cold detraction at people's architectural productions and

picturesque surroundings, and let on that what he prefers is a Dubbonese

dust-storm and a pleasing degree of respectful familiarity, No, these are

old, old symptoms; and when they appear we know that the man has got the

panegyrics.

Sydney has a population of 400,000. When a stranger from America steps

ashore there, the first thing that strikes him is that the place is eight

or nine times as large as he was expecting it to be; and the next thing

that strikes him is that it is an English city with American trimmings.

Later on, in Melbourne, he will find the American trimmings still more in

evidence; there, even the architecture will often suggest America; a

photograph of its stateliest business street might be passed upon him for

a picture of the finest street in a large American city. I was told that

the most of the fine residences were the city residences of squatters.

The name seemed out of focus somehow. When the explanation came, it

offered a new instance of the curious changes which words, as well as

animals, undergo through change of habitat and climate. With us, when

you speak of a squatter you are always supposed to be speaking of a poor

man, but in Australia when you speak of a squatter you are supposed to be

speaking of a millionaire; in America the word indicates the possessor of

a few acres and a doubtful title, in Australia it indicates a man whose

landfront is as long as a railroad, and whose title has been perfected in

one way or another; in America the word indicates a man who owns a dozen

head of live stock, in Australia a man who owns anywhere from fifty

thousand up to half a million head; in America the word indicates a man

who is obscure and not important, in Australia a man who is prominent and

of the first importance; in America you take off your hat to no squatter,

in Australia you do; in America if your uncle is a squatter you keep it

dark, in Australia you advertise it; in America if your friend is a

squatter nothing comes of it, but with a squatter for your friend in

Australia you may sup with kings if there are any around.

In Australia it takes about two acres and a half of pastureland (some

people say twice as many), to support a sheep; and when the squatter has

half a million sheep his private domain is about as large as Rhode

Island, to speak in general terms. His annual wool crop may be worth a

quarter or a half million dollars.

He will live in a palace in Melbourne or Sydney or some other of the

large cities, and make occasional trips to his sheep-kingdom several

hundred miles away in the great plains to look after his battalions of

riders and shepherds and other hands. He has a commodious dwelling out

there, and if he approve of you he will invite you to spend a week in it,

and will make you at home and comfortable, and let you see the great

industry in all its details, and feed you and slake you and smoke you

with the best that money can buy.

On at least one of these vast estates there is a considerable town, with

all the various businesses and occupations that go to make an important

town; and the town and the land it stands upon are the property of the

squatters. I have seen that town, and it is not unlikely that there are

other squatter-owned towns in Australia.

Australia supplies the world not only with fine wool, but with mutton

also. The modern invention of cold storage and its application in ships

has created this great trade. In Sydney I visited a huge establishment

where they kill and clean and solidly freeze a thousand sheep a day, for

shipment to England.

The Australians did not seem to me to differ noticeably from Americans,

either in dress, carriage, ways, pronunciation, inflections, or general

appearance. There were fleeting and subtle suggestions of their English

origin, but these were not pronounced enough, as a rule, to catch one's

attention. The people have easy and cordial manners from the beginning

--from the moment that the introduction is completed. This is American.

To put it in another way, it is English friendliness with the English

shyness and self-consciousness left out.

Now and then--but this is rare--one hears such words as piper for paper,

lydy for lady, and tyble for table fall from lips whence one would not

expect such pronunciations to come. There is a superstition prevalent in

Sydney that this pronunciation is an Australianism, but people who have

been "home"--as the native reverently and lovingly calls England--know

better. It is "costermonger." All over Australasia this pronunciation

is nearly as common among servants as it is in London among the

uneducated and the partially educated of all sorts and conditions of

people. That mislaid 'y' is rather striking when a person gets enough of

it into a short sentence to enable it to show up. In the hotel in Sydney

the chambermaid said, one morning:

"The tyble is set, and here is the piper; and if the lydy is ready I'll

tell the wyter to bring up the breakfast."

I have made passing mention, a moment ago, of the native Australasian's

custom of speaking of England as "home." It was always pretty to hear

it, and often it was said in an unconsciously caressing way that made it

touching; in a way which transmuted a sentiment into an embodiment, and

made one seem to see Australasia as a young girl stroking mother

England's old gray head.

In the Australasian home the table-talk is vivacious and unembarrassed;

it is without stiffness or restraint. This does not remind one of

England so much as it does of America. But Australasia is strictly

democratic, and reserves and restraints are things that are bred by

differences of rank.

English and colonial audiences are phenomenally alert and responsive.

Where masses of people are gathered together in England, caste is

submerged, and with it the English reserve; equality exists for the

moment, and every individual is free; so free from any consciousness of

fetters, indeed, that the Englishman's habit of watching himself and

guarding himself against any injudicious exposure of his feelings is

forgotten, and falls into abeyance--and to such a degree indeed, that he

will bravely applaud all by himself if he wants to--an exhibition of

daring which is unusual elsewhere in the world.

But it is hard to move a new English acquaintance when he is by himself,

or when the company present is small and new to him. He is on his guard

then, and his natural reserve is to the fore. This has given him the

false reputation of being without humor and without the appreciation of

humor.

Americans are not Englishmen, and American humor is not English humor;

but both the American and his humor had their origin in England, and have

merely undergone changes brought about by changed conditions and a new

environment. About the best humorous speeches I have yet heard were a

couple that were made in Australia at club suppers--one of them by an

Englishman, the other by an Australian.

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