Before We Got The Deeds
Our selection adjoined a sheep-run on the Darling Downs, and boasted of
few and scant improvements, though things had gradually got a little
better than when we started. A verandahless four-roomed slab-hut now
standing out from a forest of box-trees, a stock-yard, and six acres
under barley were the only evidence of settlement. A few horses--not
ours--sometimes grazed about; and occasionally a mob of cattle--also
not ours--cows with young calves, steers, and an old bull or two, would
stroll around, chew the best legs of any trousers that might be hanging
on the log reserved as a clothes-line, then leave in the night and be
seen no more for months--some of them never.
And yet we were always out of meat!
Dad was up the country earning a few pounds--the corn drove him up when
it did n't bring what he expected. All we got out of it was a bag of
flour--I do n't know what the storekeeper got. Before he left we put
in the barley. Somehow, Dad did n't believe in sowing any more crops,
he seemed to lose heart; but Mother talked it over with him, and when
reminded that he would soon be entitled to the deeds he brightened up
again and worked. How he worked!
We had no plough, so old Anderson turned over the six acres for us, and
Dad gave him a pound an acre--at least he was to send him the first six
pounds got up country. Dad sowed the seed; then he, Dan and Dave yoked
themselves to a large dry bramble each and harrowed it in. From the
way they sweated it must have been hard work. Sometimes they would sit
down in the middle of the paddock and "spell" but Dad would say
something about getting the deeds and they'd start again.
A cockatoo-fence was round the barley; and wire-posts, a long distance
apart, round the grass-paddock. We were to get the wire to put in when
Dad sent the money; and apply for the deeds when he came back. Things
would be different then, according to Dad, and the farm would be worked
properly. We would break up fifty acres, build a barn, buy a reaper,
ploughs, cornsheller, get cows and good horses, and start two or three
ploughs. Meanwhile, if we (Dan, Dave and I) minded the barley he was
sure there'd be something got out of it.
Dad had been away about six weeks. Travellers were passing by every
day, and there was n't one that did n't want a little of something or
other. Mother used to ask them if they had met Dad? None ever did
until an old grey man came along and said he knew Dad well--he had
camped with him one night and shared a damper. Mother was very pleased
and brought him in. We had a kangaroo-rat (stewed) for dinner that day.
The girls did n't want to lay it on the table at first, but Mother said
he would n't know what it was. The traveller was very hungry and liked
it, and when passing his plate the second time for more, said it was
n't often he got any poultry.
He tramped on again, and the girls were very glad he did n't know it
was a rat. But Dave was n't so sure that he did n't know a rat from a
rooster, and reckoned he had n't met Dad at all.
The seventh week Dad came back. He arrived at night, and the lot of us
had to get up to find the hammer to knock the peg out of the door and
let him in. He brought home three pounds--not enough to get the wire
with, but he also brought a horse and saddle. He did n't say if he
bought them. It was a bay mare, a grand animal for a journey--so Dad
said--and only wanted condition. Emelina, he called her. No mistake,
she was a quiet mare! We put her where there was good feed, but she
was n't one that fattened on grass. Birds took kindly to her--crows
mostly--and she could n't go anywhere but a flock of them accompanied
her. Even when Dad used to ride her (Dan or Dave never rode her) they
used to follow, and would fly on ahead to wait in a tree and "caw" when
he was passing beneath.
One morning when Dan was digging potatoes for dinner--splendid potatoes
they were, too, Dad said; he had only once tasted sweeter ones, but
they were grown in a cemetery--he found the kangaroos had been in the
barley. We knew what THAT meant, and that night made fires round it,
thinking to frighten them off, but did n't--mobs of them were in at
daybreak. Dad swore from the house at them, but they took no notice;
and when he ran down, they just hopped over the fence and sat looking
at him. Poor Dad! I do n't know if he was knocked up or if he did n't
know any more, but he stopped swearing and sat on a stump looking at a
patch of barley they had destroyed, and shaking his head. Perhaps he
was thinking if he only had a dog! We did have one until he got a
bait. Old Crib! He was lying under the table at supper-time when he
took the first fit, and what a fright we got! He must have reared
before stiffening out, because he capsized the table into Mother's lap,
and everything on it smashed except the tin-plates and the pints. The
lamp fell on Dad, too, and the melted fat scalded his arm. Dad dragged
Crib out and cut off his tail and ears, but he might as well have taken
off his head.
Dad stood with his back to the fire while Mother was putting a stitch
in his trousers. "There's nothing for it but to watch them at night,"
he was saying, when old Anderson appeared and asked "if I could have
those few pounds." Dad asked Mother if she had any money in the house?
Of course she had n't. Then he told Anderson he would let him have it
when he got the deeds. Anderson left, and Dad sat on the edge of the
sofa and seemed to be counting the grains on a corn-cob that he lifted
from the floor, while Mother sat looking at a kangaroo-tail on the
table and did n't notice the cat drag it off. At last Dad said, "Ah,
well!--it won't be long now, Ellen, before we have the deeds!"
We took it in turns to watch the barley. Dan and the two girls watched
the first half of the night, and Dad, Dave and I the second. Dad
always slept in his clothes, and he used to think some nights that the
others came in before time. It was terrible going out, half awake, to
tramp round that paddock from fire to fire, from hour to hour, shouting
and yelling. And how we used to long for daybreak! Whenever we sat
down quietly together for a few minutes we would hear the dull THUD!
THUD! THUD!--the kangaroo's footstep.
At last we each carried a kerosene tin, slung like a kettle-drum, and
belted it with a waddy--Dad's idea. He himself manipulated an old bell
that he had found on a bullock's grave, and made a splendid noise with
it.
It was a hard struggle, but we succeeded in saving the bulk of the
barley, and cut it down with a scythe and three reaping-hooks. The
girls helped to bind it, and Jimmy Mulcahy carted it in return for
three days' binding Dad put in for him. The stack was n't built
twenty-four hours when a score of somebody's crawling cattle ate their
way up to their tails in it. We took the hint and put a sapling fence
round it.
Again Dad decided to go up country for a while. He caught Emelina
after breakfast, rolled up a blanket, told us to watch the stack, and
started. The crows followed.
We were having dinner. Dave said, "Listen!" We listened, and it
seemed as though all the crows and other feathered demons of the wide
bush were engaged in a mighty scrimmage. "Dad's back!" Dan said, and
rushed out in the lead of a stampede.
Emelina was back, anyway, with the swag on, but Dad was n't. We caught
her, and Dave pointed to white spots all over the saddle, and
said--"Hanged if they have n't been ridin' her!"--meaning the crows.
Mother got anxious, and sent Dan to see what had happened. Dan found
Dad, with his shirt off, at a pub on the main road, wanting to fight
the publican for a hundred pounds, but could n't persuade him to come
home. Two men brought him home that night on a sheep-hurdle, and he
gave up the idea of going away.
After all, the barley turned out well--there was a good price that
year, and we were able to run two wires round the paddock.
One day a bulky Government letter came. Dad looked surprised and
pleased, and how his hand trembled as he broke the seal! "THE DEEDS!"
he said, and all of us gathered round to look at them. Dave thought
they were like the inside of a bear-skin covered with writing.
Dad said he would ride to town at once, and went for Emelina.
"Could n't y' find her, Dad?" Dan said, seeing him return without the
mare.
Dad cleared his throat, but did n't answer. Mother asked him.
"Yes, I FOUND her," he said slowly, "DEAD."
The crows had got her at last.
He wrapped the deeds in a piece of rag and walked.
There was nothing, scarcely, that he did n't send out from town, and
Jimmy Mulcahy and old Anderson many and many times after that borrowed
our dray.
Now Dad regularly curses the deeds every mail-day, and wishes to Heaven
he had never got them.