We helped our mate on board with his box, and inspected his bunk, and

held a consultation over the merits or otherwise of its position, and

got in his way and that of the under-steward and the rest of the crew

right down to the captain, and superintended our old chum's general

arrangements, and upset most of them, and interviewed various members

of the crew as to when the boat would start for sure, and regarded their

statements with suspicion, and calculated on our own account how long

it would take to get the rest of the cargo aboard, and dragged our mate

ashore for a final drink, and found that we had “plenty of time to slip

ashore for a parting wet” so often that his immediate relations grew

anxious and officious, and the universe began to look good, and kind,

and happy, and bully, and jolly, and grand, and glorious to us, and we

forgave the world everything wherein it had not acted straight towards

us, and were filled full of love for our kind of both genders--for

the human race at large--and with an almost irresistible longing to go

aboard, and stay at all hazards, and sail along with our mate. We

had just time “to slip ashore and have another” when the gangway was

withdrawn and the steamer began to cast off. Then a rush down the wharf,

a hurried and confused shaking of hands, and our mate was snatched

aboard. The boat had been delayed, and we had waited for three hours,

and had seen our chum nearly every day for years, and now we found we

hadn't begun to say half what we wanted to say to him. We gripped his

hand in turn over the rail, as the green tide came between, till there

was a danger of one mate being pulled aboard--which he wouldn't have

minded much--or the other mate pulled ashore, or one or both yanked

overboard. We cheered the captain and cheered the crew and the

passengers--there was a big crowd of them going and a bigger crowd of

enthusiastic friends on the wharf--and our mate on the forward hatch; we

cheered the land they were going to and the land they had left behind,

and sang “Auld Lang Syne” and “He's a Jolly Good Fellow” (and so yelled

all of us) and “Home Rule for Ireland Evermore”--which was, I don't

know why, an old song of ours. And we shouted parting injunctions and

exchanged old war cries, the meanings of which were only known to us,

and we were guilty of such riotous conduct that, it being now Sunday

morning, one or two of the quieter members suggested we had better drop

down to about half-a-gale, as there was a severe-looking old sergeant

of police with an eye on us; but once, in the middle of a heart-stirring

chorus of “Auld Lang Sync,” Jack, my especial chum, paused for breath

and said to me:

“It's all right, Joe, the trap's joining in.”

And so he was--and leading.

But I well remember the hush that fell on that, and several other

occasions, when the steamer had passed the point.

And so our first mate sailed away out under the rising moon and under

the morning stars. He is settled down in Maoriland now, in a house of

his own, and has a family and a farm; but somehow, in the bottom of our

hearts, we don't like to think of things like this, for they don't fit

in at all with “Auld Lang Syne.”'

There were six or seven of us on the wharf to see our next mate go. His

ultimate destination was known to himself and us only. We had pickets at

the shore end of the wharf, and we kept him quiet and out of sight;

the send-off was not noisy, but the hand-grips were very tight and the

sympathy deep. He was running away from debt, and wrong, and dishonour,

a drunken wife, and other sorrows, and we knew it all.

Two went next--to try their luck in Western Australia; they were

plasterers. Ten of us turned up again, the push having been reinforced

by one or two new members and an old one who had been absent on the

first occasion. It was a glorious send-off, and only two found beds that

night--the government supplied the beds.

And one by one and two by two they have gone from the wharf since then.

Jack went to-day; he was perhaps the most irreclaimable of us all--a

hard case where all cases were hard; and I loved him best--anyway I know

that, wherever Jack goes, there will be someone who will barrack for me

to the best of his ability (which is by no means to be despised as far

as barracking is concerned), and resent, with enthusiasm and force if

he deems it necessary, the barest insinuation which might be made to

the effect that I could write a bad line if I tried, or be guilty of an

action which would not be straight according to the rules of mateship.

Ah well! I am beginning to think it is time I emigrated too; I'll pull

myself together and battle round and raise the price of a steerage

ticket, and maybe a pound or two over. There may not be anybody to see

me off, but some of the boys are sure to be on the wharf or platform

“over there,” when I arrive. Lord! I almost hear them hailing now! and

won't I yell back! and perhaps there won't be a wake over old times in

some cosy bar parlour, or camp, in Western Australia or Maoriland some

night in a year to come.

NOTES ON AUSTRALIANISMS.

Based on my own speech over the years, with some checking in the

dictionaries. Not all of these are peculiar to Australian slang, but

are important in Lawson's stories, and carry overtones.

bagman: commercial traveller

Bananaland: Queensland

billabong: Based on an aboriginal word. Sometimes used for an

anabranch (a bend in a river cut off by a new channel, but more

often used for one that, in dry season or droughts

especially, is cut off at either or both ends from the main

stream. It is often just a muddy pool, and may indeed dry up completely.

billy: quintessentially Australian. It is like (or may even be made

out of) a medium-sized can, with wire handles and a lid. Used to

boil water. If for tea, the leaves are added into the billy itself.

The billy may be swung ['to make the leaves settle') or a eucalyptus

twig place across the top, more ritual than pragmatic.

These stories are supposedly told while the billy is suspended over

the fire at night, at the end of a tramp.

(Also used in want of other things, for cooking)

blackfellow (also, blackman): condescending for Australian Aboriginal

blackleg: also scab. Someone who is employed to cross a union picket line to

break a workers' strike. As Molly Ivins said, she was brought up

on the three great commandments: do not lie; do not steal; never

cross a picket line.

blanky or ---: Fill in your own favourite word. Usually however used

for “bloody”

blucher: a kind of half-boot (named after the Austrian general)

<http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gebhard_Leberecht_von_Blücher>

blued: of a wages cheque: all spent extravagantly--and rapidly.

bluey: swag. Supposedly because blankets were mostly blue (so Lawson)

boggabri: Probably Aboriginal for several low herbs, esp. Amaranthus mitchelli,

Chenopodium pumilio, C. carinatum and Commelina cyanea (scurvy grass);

also a town in NSW. [Australian National Dictionary, OUP 1988]

What then is a 'tater-marrer' (potato-marrow?). Any help?

bowyangs: ties (cord, rope, cloth) put around trouser legs below knee

bullocky: Bullock driver. A man who drove teams of bullocks yoked to

wagons carrying, e.g., wool bales or provisions. Proverbially rough and

foul mouthed.

bush: originally referred to the low tangled scrubs of the semi-desert

regions ['mulga' and 'mallee'), and hence equivalent to

“outback”. Now used generally for remote rural areas (“the

bush”) and scrubby forest.

bushfire: wild fires: whether forest fires or grass fires.

bushman/bushwoman: someone who lives an isolated existence, far from

cities, “in the bush”. (today: a “bushy”)

bushranger: an Australian “highwayman”, who lived in the 'bush'--

scrub--and attacked especially gold carrying coaches and banks.

Romanticised as anti-authoritarian Robin Hood figures--cf. Ned

Kelly--but usually very violent.

cheque: wages for a full season of sheep-shearing; meant to last until

the next year, including a family, but often 'blued' in a 'spree'

chyack: (chy-ike) like chaffing; to tease, mildly abuse

cocky: a farmer, esp. dairy farmers (='cow-cockies')

cubby-house, or cubby: Children's playhouse (“Wendy house” is

commercial form))

Darlinghurst: Sydney suburb, where the gaol was in those days

dead marine: empty beer bottle

dossing: sleeping rough or poorly (as in a “doss-house”)

doughboy: kind of dumpling

drover: one who “droves” cattle or sheep.

droving: driving on horseback cattle or sheep from where they were

fattened to a a city, or later, a rail-head.

drown the miller: to add too much water to flour when cooking.

Used metaphorically in story.

fossick: pick over areas for gold. Not mining as such.

half-caser: Two shillings and sixpence. As a coin, a half-crown.

half-sov.: a coin worth half a pound (sovereign)

Gladesville: Sydney suburb, where the mental hospital used to be

goanna: various kinds of monitor lizards. Can be quite a size.

Homebush: Saleyard, market area in Sydney

humpy: originally an aboriginal shelter (=gunyah); extended to a

settler's hut

jackaroo: (Jack + kangaroo; sometimes jackeroo)--someone, in early

days a new immigrant from England, learning to work on a

sheep/cattle station (U.S. “ranch”)

jumbuck: a sheep (best known from Waltzing Matilda: “where's that

jolly jumbuck, you've got in your tucker bag”.

larrikin: anything from a disrespectful young man to a violent member

of a gang (“push”). Was considered a major social problem in

Sydney of the 1880's to 1900. The Bulletin, a magazine in

which much of Lawson was published, spoke of the “aggressive,

soft-hatted “stoush brigade”. Anyone today who is disrespectful of

authority or convention is said to show the larrikin element in the

Australian character.

larrikiness: jocular feminine form

leather-jacket: kind of pancake (more often a fish, these days)

lucerne: cattle feed-a leguminous plant, alfalfa in US

lumper: labourer; esp. on wharves?

mallee: dwarfed eucalyptus trees growing in very poor soil and under

harsh rainfall conditions. Usually many stems emerging from the

ground, creating a low thicket.

Maoriland: Lawson's name for New Zealand

marine, dead: see 'dead marine'

mooching: wandering idly, not going anywhere in particular

mug: gullible person, a con-man's 'mark' (potential victim)

mulga: Acacia sp. (“wattle” in Australian) especially Acacia aneura;

growing in semi-desert conditions. Used as a description of such

a harsh region.

mullock: the tailings left after gold has been removed. In Lawson

generally mud (alluvial) rather than rock

myall: aboriginal living in a traditional pre-conquest manner

narked: annoyed

navvies: labourers (especially making roads, railways; originally

canals, thus from 'navigators')

nobbler: a drink

nuggety: compact but strong physique; small but well-muscled

pannikin: metal mug

peckish: hungry--usually only mildly so. Use here is thus ironic.

poley: a dehorned cow

poddy-(calf): a calf separated from its mother but still needing milk

rouseabout: labourer in a (sheep) shearing shed. Considered to be,

as far as any work is, unskilled labour.

sawney: silly, gormless

selector: small farmer who under the “Selection Act (Alienation of

Land Act”, Sydney 1862 could settle on a few acres of land and farm

it, with hope of buying it. As the land had been leased by

“squatters” to run sheep, they were NOT popular. The land was

usually pretty poor, and there was little transport to get food to

market, many, many failed. (The same mistake was made after WWI when

returned soldiers were given land to starve on.)

shanty: besides common meaning of shack it refers to an unofficial

(and illegal) grog-shop; in contrast to the legal 'pub'.

spieler: con artist

sliprails: in lieu of a gate, the rails of a fence may be loosely

socketed into posts, so that they may 'let down' (i.e. one end pushed

in socket, the other end resting on the ground). See 'A Day on a

Selection'

spree: prolonged drinking bout--days, weeks.

stoush: a fight

strike: perhaps the Shearers' strike in Barcaldine, Queensland, 1891 [gjc]

sundowner: a swagman (see) who is NOT looking for work, but a

“handout”. Lawson explains the term as referring to someone who

turns up at a station at sundown, just in time for “tea” i.e. the

evening meal. In view of the Great Depression of the time, these

expressions of attitude are probably unfair, but the attitudes are

common enough even today.

Surry Hills: Sydney inner suburb (home for this transcriber)

swagman (swaggy): Generally, anyone who is walking in the “outback”

with a swag. (See “The Romance of the Swag” in Children of the

Bush, also a PG Etext) Lawson also restricts it at times to those

whom he considers to be tramps, not looking for work but for

“handouts”. See 'travellers'.

'swelp: mild oath of affirmation = “so help me [God]”

travellers: “shearers and rouseabouts travelling for work” (Lawson).

whare: small Maori house--is it used here for European equivalent?

Help anyone?

whipping the cat: drunk

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