Re: Pat Ritter. Books
Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2015 10:16 pm
'His Life Worth Living' - Page 19:
Each day one of us knocked off early to cook the meal, including a brownie, a bread mixture with sugar and raisins in a camp oven on an open fire. I had never cooked a brownie before but I did not tell my workmates. I duly got the goods together and mixed them together which looked a mess. I dug a hole and buried the remains. No prayers, just amen. I was more successful the second time and when the meal was taken my workmates said this was the best brownie they had in a long time.
We did this work for a couple of weeks but before we started on another block I told them I was leaving. Thallon the next stop. I pitched my small tent and while sorting things out a police constable walked in and asked what I was doing. He must have seen a stranger going through, being a small town. I told him I was setting up camp and then look for a job. He told me if I spoke with a man named Westaway he would have a job for me.
I was one of his gang and we travelled about thirty miles to a property named Chelmer owned by fellow named Bill. The job straight ringbarking, no trouble. The grocery part of the food delivered at our expense, water and meat the boss bought once a week. The meat a huge side of beef. At dinner each night we sliced off what we wanted, cook over the fire on the lid of a camp oven and inside of the oven potatoes and onions. Next day bread and beef for breakfast and midday same for dinner each night. We never went hungry. Each weekend three workmates went to their homes in Thallon leaving me to look after the camp.
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Each day one of us knocked off early to cook the meal, including a brownie, a bread mixture with sugar and raisins in a camp oven on an open fire. I had never cooked a brownie before but I did not tell my workmates. I duly got the goods together and mixed them together which looked a mess. I dug a hole and buried the remains. No prayers, just amen. I was more successful the second time and when the meal was taken my workmates said this was the best brownie they had in a long time.
We did this work for a couple of weeks but before we started on another block I told them I was leaving. Thallon the next stop. I pitched my small tent and while sorting things out a police constable walked in and asked what I was doing. He must have seen a stranger going through, being a small town. I told him I was setting up camp and then look for a job. He told me if I spoke with a man named Westaway he would have a job for me.
I was one of his gang and we travelled about thirty miles to a property named Chelmer owned by fellow named Bill. The job straight ringbarking, no trouble. The grocery part of the food delivered at our expense, water and meat the boss bought once a week. The meat a huge side of beef. At dinner each night we sliced off what we wanted, cook over the fire on the lid of a camp oven and inside of the oven potatoes and onions. Next day bread and beef for breakfast and midday same for dinner each night. We never went hungry. Each weekend three workmates went to their homes in Thallon leaving me to look after the camp.
TO DOWNLOAD THIS BOOK: CLICK HERE: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/591980.