The Bushmen returned to the shanty as soon as the coach was out of sight,and proceeded to `knock down'the fiver.
Jimmy Grimshaw's Wooing.
The Half-way House at Tinned Dog (Out-Back in Australia)kept Daniel Myers --licensed to retail spirituous and fermented liquors --in drink and the horrors for upward of five years,at the end of which time he lay hidden for weeks in a back skillion,an object which no decent man would care to see --or hear when it gave forth sound.`Good accommodation for man and beast';but few shanties save his own might,for a consideration,have accommodated the sort of beast which the man Myers had become towards the end of his career.But at last the eccentric Bush doctor,`Doc'Wild'(who perhaps could drink as much as Myers without its having any further effect upon his temperament than to keep him awake and cynical),pronounced the publican dead enough to be buried legally;so the widow buried him,had the skillion cleaned out,and the sign altered to read,`Margaret Myers,licensed,&c.',and continued to conduct the pub.just as she had run it for over five years,with the joyful and blessed exception that there was no longer a human pig and pigstye attached,and that the atmosphere was calm.
Most of the regular patrons of the Half-way House could have their horrors decently,and,comparatively,quietly --or otherwise have them privately --in the Big Scrub adjacent;but Myers had not been one of that sort.
Mrs Myers settled herself to enjoy life comfortably and happily,at the fixed age of thirty-nine,for the next seven years or so.
She was a pleasant-faced dumpling,who had been baked solid in the droughts of Out-Back without losing her good looks,and had put up with a hard life,and Myers,all those years without losing her good humour and nature.Probably,had her husband been the opposite kind of man,she would have been different --haggard,bad-tempered,and altogether impossible --for of such is woman.
But then it might be taken into consideration that she had been practically a widow during at least the last five years of her husband's alleged life.
Mrs Myers was reckoned a good catch in the district,but it soon seemed that she was not to be caught.
`It would be a grand thing,'one of the periodical boozers of Tinned Dog would say to his mates,`for one of us to have his name up on a pub.it would save a lot of money.'
`It wouldn't save you anything,Bill,if I got it,'was the retort.
`You needn't come round chewing my lug then.I'd give you one drink and no more.'
The publican at Dead Camel,station managers,professional shearers,even one or two solvent squatters and promising cockatoos,tried their luck in vain.In answer to the suggestion that she ought to have a man to knock round and look after things,she retorted that she had had one,and was perfectly satisfied.
Few trav'lers on those tracks but tried `a bit of bear-up'in that direction,but all to no purpose.Chequemen knocked down their cheques manfully at the Half-way House --to get courage and goodwill and `put it off'till,at the last moment,they offered themselves abjectly to the landlady;which was worse than bad judgment on their part --it was very silly,and she told them so.
One or two swore off,and swore to keep straight;but she had no faith in them,and when they found that out,it hurt their feelings so much that they `broke out'and went on record-breaking sprees.
About the end of each shearing the sign was touched up,with an extra coat of paint on the `Margaret',whereat suitors looked hopeless.
One or two of the rejected died of love in the horrors in the Big Scrub --anyway,the verdict was that they died of love aggravated by the horrors.
But the climax was reached when a Queensland shearer,seizing the opportunity when the mate,whose turn it was to watch him,fell asleep,went down to the yard and hanged himself on the butcher's gallows --having first removed his clothes,with some drink-lurid idea of leaving the world as naked as he came into it.He climbed the pole,sat astride on top,fixed the rope to neck and bar,but gave a yell --a yell of drunken triumph --before he dropped,and woke his mates.
They cut him down and brought him to.Next day he apologised to Mrs Myers,said,`Ah,well!So long!'to the rest,and departed --cured of drink and love apparently.The verdict was that the blanky fool should have dropped before he yelled;but she was upset and annoyed,and it began to look as though,if she wished to continue to live on happily and comfortably for a few years longer at the fixed age of thirty-nine,she would either have to give up the pub.or get married.
Her fame was carried far and wide,and she became a woman whose name was mentioned with respect in rough shearing-sheds and huts,and round the camp-fire.
About thirty miles south of Tinned Dog one James Grimshaw,widower --otherwise known as `Old Jimmy',though he was little past middle age --had a small selection which he had worked,let,given up,and tackled afresh (with sinews of war drawn from fencing contracts)ever since the death of his young wife some fifteen years agone.He was a practical,square-faced,clean-shaven,clean,and tidy man,with a certain `cleanness'about the shape of his limbs which suggested the old jockey or hostler.
There were two strong theories in connection with Jimmy --one was that he had had a university education,and the other that he couldn't write his own name.Not nearly such a ridiculous nor simple case Out-Back as it might seem.
Jimmy smoked and listened without comment to the `heard tells'in connection with Mrs Myers,till at last one night,at the end of his contract and over a last pipe,he said quietly,`I'll go up to Tinned Dog next week and try my luck.'
