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One, And I Had The Satisfaction, Before I Left The Country, Of Hearing
Him Say That He Was Delighted With Its Performance, And That He Had
Discarded Many English Farming Tools, And Substituted American, Which
Were Lighter, Yet Quite Strong Enough, And Saved Much Labor.
If I Had Accomplished No Other Result In Australia Than Introducing A
Few Articles Of The Manufacture Of The United States, I Should Think
That I Was Amply Compensated For My Trouble, Convinced As I Am, That We
Have Found A Market That Will Consume Thousands Of Dollars Worth Of
Agricultural Tools, And Be Paid For In Clean Gold Dust.
Mr. Wright Owned Fifty Thousand Acres Of Land,--Not One Thousand, But
_Fifty_ Thousand,--And Over Two Thirds Of It Were Devoted To Grazing
Purposes.
Volume 2 Chapter 77 ( Punishing The Bully) Pg 216Of A Bully," Mr. Wright Said, "Owing To His Quarrelsome Disposition, And
Readiness To Use A Knife On Slight Occasion. I Have Overlooked Several
Faults In Hope That He Would Improve In Disposition, But I See That My
Leniency Is Lost, And As Soon As His Head Is Healed, He Goes To
Melbourne."
I Begged Him Not To Discharge The Man On My Account, But Mr. Wright Was
Firm And Obstinate As Any Englishman, When Once Resolved On A Project,
So I Let The Matter Drop, And When We Reached The House, Jackson
Informed Us That Our Second Supper Was Ready, And That Nancy Was
Impatient For Something To Eat.
"Where Have You Two Men Been Wandering?" Cried Mr. Brown, Who Was Pacing
The Room Like A Hungry Bear. "Supper Has Been Ready Ten, Minutes; A Long
Time For Famished People To Wait"
We Did Not Waste Precious Time In Excuses, For It Was Near Three O'clock
In The Morning, And I Felt Anxious To Finish, And Get That Rest Which I
So Much Needed.
"Let The Men Close The Doors And Windows, And Set A Guard Over Our
Prisoners," Mr. Wright Said, Addressing Jackson, Who Stood In Readiness
To Attend To Our Wants.
"And One More Request," My Friend Said, As We Took Our Seats At The
Table, "When We Once Get To Sleep, Be Kind Enough To Let Us Rest Until
We Wake Of Our Own Accord. For The Past Three Days Our Naps Have Not
Been Very Long Or Sound."
"Every Thing Shall Be As You Desire, Gentlemen. Now Fall To, And Don't
Forget That There Is A Lady Present."
Unless Our Host Had Alluded To The Fact, It Is Probable That We Should
Have Forgotten It, For Nancy Was So Well Disguised In Men's Apparel That
She Looked Like A Respectable Farmer.
She Seemed Perfectly Cool And Unconcerned, And I Was Not Surprised To
Hear Her Say That She Had Passed Many Months So Disguised While Mining
With Her Husband At Bendigo, Tarres Creek, And Ballarat, During The
Early History Of The Mines, When It Was Neither Safe Nor Agreeable To
Have A Woman In Camp. Tired As We Were, She Related A Few Incidents
Connected With Her Life That Were Listened To With Much Interest, And We
Found That If Nancy Was Rough, She Possessed A True Heart And A
Christian Spirit, And Was Never Backward In Extending Aid To The Sick,
Or Giving Good Advice To The Profane.
"Smoke Your Pipes, Gentlemen," She Said, "And Don't Be Afraid That I
Shall Be Sick, Or That The Smoke Will Injure My Complexion. My Old Man
Has Used A Pipe These Twenty-Five Years, And I Hope That He Will Live
Twenty-Five More, And As Much Longer As The Lord Is Willing. I Don't
Think That Using A Pipe Will Shorten His Days Or His Nights. When I See
Him, After A Hard Day's Work, Sucking A Yard Of Clay, I Thank Heaven
That It Ain't A Whiskey Bottle. It's But Little Comfort The Poor Fellow
Gets In This Country, And If He's Contented I'm Happy."
"I Wish That I Could Find A Wife With Your Sentiments," Mr. Wright
Remarked.
Volume 2 Chapter 77 ( Punishing The Bully) Pg 217
"So You Can," Nancy Replied; "But You've Got To Search For 'Em. They
Ain't Found Out Here On The Sand Plains, Or In The Mines, But Beneath
The Shelter Of A Parent's Protection In The Large Cities, Where
Education And Virtue Are Taught."
"If You Speak Of Melbourne," Mr. Brown Said, With An Incredulous Shrug
Of His Shoulders, "I Shall Be Inclined To Doubt You, For In The City No
Such Word As Virtue Is Known."
"Spoken Like A Man Of The World, And Without A Thought Of How Much That
Is Good And True Is Placed Upon A Level With The Vile And Unworthy. For
Shame, Gentlemen, And Brave Men As I Know You Are, To Utter Such
Slanders Concerning The Weaker Sex. Remember That Your Mothers Were
Women, And If Aught Was Spoken Against Them, Would Not Your Blood
Tingle?"
Mr. Brown Did Not Jest Again That Night, And I Think That The Reply Made
Us All Reflect Upon Our Obligations To Our Maker, For We Pushed Back Our
Chairs From The Table, And Declared That Sleeping Was Better Than
Drinking, And That We Would Finish The Punch Some Other Time.
Jackson Led The Way To Our Room, While Our Host Did The Honors For His
Lady Guests. We Bade All Good Night, And After Mr. Brown And Myself Had
Exchanged A Few Words Relative To The Incidents Of The Day, We Threw
Ourselves Upon The Mattresses Spread Upon The Floor, And Just As
Daylight Began To Glimmer In The East We Fell Asleep, And Our Slumbers
Were Undisturbed For Many Hours; But At Length We Were Awakened By Mr.
Wright, Who Sat In The Only Chair The Room Afforded, Smoking His Pipe
With Great Apparent Relish, And Looking As Though He Had Been Awake
Since Sunrise.
"Come, Rouse Up," He Said, "Or You Will Have No Appetite For Supper. You
Are The Soundest Sleepers That Ever Saw, For I Made Some Noise In Hopes
Of Awakening You, But I Found That Was An Impossibility, So I Thought I
Would Try Tobacco Smoke."
"What O'clock Is It?" I Asked, Rubbing My Eyes, And Trying To Think
Where I Was.
"Near Four. Come, Get Up, And Help Me Entertain The Women. They Have Got
Their Proper Clothes On, And Don't Look So Bad As They Might. The Young
One Still Wails For Her Husband, Although I Tell Her To Keep Up Her
Spirits, And Think Of Something Else."
"Advice Which She Is Certain Not To Follow. Did You Ever Know Of A Woman
That Would Be Advised Under Any Circumstances? No, I Thought Not."
"You Are Always Grumbling About The Women," I Said, Addressing Mr.
Brown. "If The Truth Was Known, I Suppose That It Would Show That You
Have Been Jilted Some Day By A Female With A Pretty Face, And Revenge
Yourself By Abusing The Whole Sex. That Is Ungallant."
"I Don't Care How Ungallant It Is, For I Know It To Be True," Replied
Mr. Brown, With Great Candor; "Ten Years Ago, I Made Love To The
Prettiest Piece Of Flesh And Blood That Ever Walked On Two Legs, Or
Allowed Her Hair To Curl In Ringlets. But I Don't Like To Talk On The
Volume 2 Chapter 77 ( Punishing The Bully) Pg 218Subject."
"A Truce To Your Love Affairs," Interrupted Mr. Wright; "Come And Take A
Gallop With Me This Afternoon, And Have A Look At My Farm, And I'll
Warrant That You Will Think No More Of Women Or Of Marriage. Will You
Come?"
We Both Readily Assented, And A Good Cup Of Coffee, Which Jackson Had
Kept In Readiness For Us When We Awoke, Was Swallowed With A Relish, And
Then We Found Our Horses Standing At The Door, Looking In Prime Order,
In Spite Of Certain Places On Their Coats Which Had Been Singed While
Riding Through The Fire The Day Before.
Mr. Wright Had Been Very Attentive To Our Comforts, For The Saddles
Were Repaired And Made Smooth Where They Were Rough, And The Bridles
Were Oiled And Cleaned, And Looked Like New Ones. We Mounted, And
Turning Our Horses' Heads, Trotted Slowly Towards The Field Of Wheat,
Which We Had Passed The First Day Of Our Arrival.
Volume 2 Chapter 78 (Mr. Wright's Farm.--Death Of Kelly) Pg 219A Pleasant Ride We Had That Afternoon, Reviewing Flocks And Growing
Crops, And Discoursing On The Best Mode Of Cultivation. I Found That Our
Host Preferred The Heavy Tools Of English Farmers, To The Light, Easily
Managed Instruments Of The Americans, And I Took Occasion To Point Out
The Superior Advantages Which The Latter Possessed; But Mr. Wright Was
Incredulous, And Suspicious Of My Innovations. His Land Was Level, And
Free From Stones, And Just Suited For Light American Ploughs, And I
Pledged My Word That A Third More Work Could Be Done With One, Drawn By
A Yoke Of Oxen, Than Could Be Performed By An English Made Plough, A
Huge, Clumsy Thing, Drawn By Two Span Of Horses, And Requiring Three Men
To Attend Upon Its Wants.
I Exacted A Promise From Mr. Wright, That He Would Give An American
Plough A Fair Trial; And The Next Time He Visited Melbourne He Purchased
One, And I Had The Satisfaction, Before I Left The Country, Of Hearing
Him Say That He Was Delighted With Its Performance, And That He Had
Discarded Many English Farming Tools, And Substituted American, Which
Were Lighter, Yet Quite Strong Enough, And Saved Much Labor.
If I Had Accomplished No Other Result In Australia Than Introducing A
Few Articles Of The Manufacture Of The United States, I Should Think
That I Was Amply Compensated For My Trouble, Convinced As
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