Re: Pat Ritter. Books
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'The Drover' - Page 11:
On mid-afternoon on the tenth day they arrived at Dyvenor Downs.
‘How big is this place, Dad?’ Harry asked bewilled.
‘They tell me about a million acres.’
‘That’s a hell of a horse paddock. Do you know where to go?’ He asked his father.
‘Yeah, cause I know – north and we’ll get there sometime. What’s with all the questions?’
Harry’s mind overflowed with the knowledge of how big Dyvenor Downs was as compared to the many places he’d been. In his excitement, knowing he could be droving on the property for at least a week before they reached the northern boundary.
They pulled up beside the shearing shed and met the manger, Kevin Thompson, ‘you made it okay.’ He called to Harry and his father. ‘I’ll give you a couple of men to help you. Bunk down in the shearer’s quarters for the night and start first thing in the morning.’ The manager said.
Harry thought it was a great idea to have men from Dyvenor Downs Station. For one, he needed have had to worry about paying them and another, one of them would be the cook and drive the wagonette.
After settling into their quarters for the evening a bow legged man approached their camp, ‘Snowy’s the name, I’m the dogger in these here parts, where youse off to?’
Snowy had spent most of his life in the bush, his face tarnished with years of bush life, crinkled skin around his eyes, mouth and bright blue eyes shone through to show his soul.
‘Wakes Lagoon, we’re leaving day light tomorra.’ Harry told the dogger after they shook hands.
‘Mind if I tag along with ya. I won’t be in the way. I could cook.’ Snowy beckoned.
‘What’d reckon Dad?’ Harry asked.
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On mid-afternoon on the tenth day they arrived at Dyvenor Downs.
‘How big is this place, Dad?’ Harry asked bewilled.
‘They tell me about a million acres.’
‘That’s a hell of a horse paddock. Do you know where to go?’ He asked his father.
‘Yeah, cause I know – north and we’ll get there sometime. What’s with all the questions?’
Harry’s mind overflowed with the knowledge of how big Dyvenor Downs was as compared to the many places he’d been. In his excitement, knowing he could be droving on the property for at least a week before they reached the northern boundary.
They pulled up beside the shearing shed and met the manger, Kevin Thompson, ‘you made it okay.’ He called to Harry and his father. ‘I’ll give you a couple of men to help you. Bunk down in the shearer’s quarters for the night and start first thing in the morning.’ The manager said.
Harry thought it was a great idea to have men from Dyvenor Downs Station. For one, he needed have had to worry about paying them and another, one of them would be the cook and drive the wagonette.
After settling into their quarters for the evening a bow legged man approached their camp, ‘Snowy’s the name, I’m the dogger in these here parts, where youse off to?’
Snowy had spent most of his life in the bush, his face tarnished with years of bush life, crinkled skin around his eyes, mouth and bright blue eyes shone through to show his soul.
‘Wakes Lagoon, we’re leaving day light tomorra.’ Harry told the dogger after they shook hands.
‘Mind if I tag along with ya. I won’t be in the way. I could cook.’ Snowy beckoned.
‘What’d reckon Dad?’ Harry asked.
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