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Postby patritter » Tue Sep 19, 2017 10:53 pm

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Both men agreed and decided to return to camp and move it closer to their quarry the next day.

The sun was almost below the horizon when the men returned to camp. Liz had dinner waiting; the children had eaten, bathed in the nearby lagoon whilst Rose remained on her bed.
‘Thanks Liz, that is delicious. We at least know where they are. In the morning we’ll move camp to their water hole.’ Harry told Liz.
‘Do you think Rose will be up to it?’ Liz’s face frowned knowing her sister-in-law was behaving unusual. Although she’d never lost a child, particularly a boy, she didn’t know why Rose was acting this way.
‘I’ll have a word with her tonight and see if she can move on.’ Harry said.
Later that night before Harry retired to bed Rose was reading a Mills & Boon book by the dim light of a kerosene lamp.
‘Can you put the book down for a minute so I can tell you what we’re doing tomorrow?’ He asked Rose in a quiet and gentle voice.
She closed the book, ‘so what are we doing tomorrow, what’s so urgent?’ Rose said in a sarcastic voice.
‘We saw the mob today but it’s too far from here to ride, muster and yard them. I want to move camp closer to where they are.’ Harry explained.
‘I don’t care what you do Harry, move the camp, do what you want but leave me out of it. All I want is to be left alone to read my books.’
‘What about the children?’ He whispered.
‘What about them. Liz is there, she’s doing a fine job looking after them. I didn’t have to do anything today only read my book and sleep. She made sure they bathed, ate their dinner and put them to bed.’ Rose said with glee.
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‘When are you going to bathe?’ Harry asked sternly, emphasising the you.
‘I don’t know if I’ll ever wash again. I’m happy to sleep, read and relax. I want to go to sleep now – leave me alone.’ Rose blew the flame of the lamp out, turned over, and closed her eyes.
Harry went to the lagoon, bathed and returned to bed but decided to sleep in a swag underneath the truck to give Rose room and time to recover. How long would it take, he pondered.

Breaking daylight the next morning, work needed to be completed before the heat of the midday sun burned through.
After breakfast Harry loaded the horses and dogs onto his truck and waited for Mick and Liz to follow him to make a new camp.
‘We’ll head this way.’ He called out to Mick and waved him to follow. Harry manoeuvred his truck across gullies, around mulga bushes and onto gibber country. Gibber country is rocky and rough stones or rocks. It’s tough on animals also on machinery.
Heading toward the mountains he’d pointed out to Mick the previous day, he came upon an oasis in the desert. It was a great place to make camp. A huge ravine reached up to the top of a small mountain. At the base of the ravine was a large waterhole.
‘This is the place they’ve been watering Mick.’ He called out to his brother when he stopped the truck away from the ravine.
Amongst the trees, out of sight of the ravine, they made a camp combining both trucks covered with a huge green tarpaulin swung between them used to camouflage their camp from the brumby horses.
‘We couldn’t have got a better spot,’ Harry shared with his brother over the camp fire, ‘from the tracks at the waterhole there must be hundreds of them watering each day.’
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‘Yeah, it sure looks that way. What about around sunset we set up a position near the water hole upwind so they don’t smell us, and work out how to trap them.’ Mick asked his brother.
‘Great - it feels good to be trapping brumbies again. It takes me back to our childhood.’ Harry’s thoughts immediately returned to his youth when he and his brother Mick trapped brumbies to get a quid and now they were doing the same. They were only teenagers at the time and now each married with a family. Nothing much had changed between the two brothers. They always worked well together.
Near to sunset the two brothers placed themselves high above the ravine to get a bird’s eye view of the brumbies coming into water.
‘Have a look at the black stallion?’ Harry pointed and whispered to his brother.
‘He’s going to cause us trouble – you know. We might have to shoot him so we can keep the mob together.’ Mick whispered back to Harry.
‘We’ll see what happens before we shoot him – if he’s trouble, yes, but wait until we work out a plan before we do it.’ Harry replied in a quiet voice.
Both men returned to the camp and discussed how they were going to trap the brumbies.
‘If we build a set of yards and made a wing on each side we can trap a few at a time, quieten them to use as coaches for the rest.’ Harry explained.
‘How many do you think we’d want to trap first?’ Mick asked.
‘Probably about ten – if we trap the stallion in with the ten, then that’d be the trick. Where he goes the others follow.’ Both men agreed.
Early the following day they worked out how many posts and rails they’d need to cut from local timber to make a yard large and strong enough to hold ten horses especially the black stallion. With an axe each they selected sufficient posts after falling trees of a good size.
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Using strong rope they towed the posts to near the water hole and started digging post holes with a crowbar and shovel to form an enclosure to trap the horses. When they had sufficient posts in the ground it was time to cut rails and fasten them to the posts. Between each post were four rails, one on top and bottom and two in between. These were wired to each post using a cobb & co twitch to hold them in place. A slip rail was used as a gate to stop any trapped animal from escape.
The trap was set.
Near sunset Harry and Mick readied their horses waiting for the mob to come into the water. Harry’s eyes scanned the bush to see horses, lead by the black stallion, followed by other horses.
At one point the black stallion was about to enter the trap – stopped and raised his head as if to listen for anything unusual. The thirst was too much not to lure him to the waterhole. Others followed.
When most of the horses had their heads down drinking at the lagoon Harry quickly spurred his horse toward the opening in the yard. He needed to be quick because if the black stallion heard or seen him approach he would race out of the yard and they’d bid the mob goodbye.
Harry was quick because he knew his horse. Fast galloping from the bush behind which he was hiding, he spurred his horse toward the opening in the yard – he leaped from his horse, grab the slip rail and fasten it to the post to stop the mob.
Mick stayed back so if Harry failed to fasten the slip rail in time he would try and hold them from breaking away and force them back into the yard.
It was split second timing. Harry saw out of the corner of his eye, the black stallion stop drinking from the waterhole, he knew he had little time to complete his task. In an instance the black stallion turned toward Harry – stalled, wind blasting from the nostrils, lifted both front hooves and reared on his hind legs; whinnied to the others to alarm them of danger.
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Harry reached the slip rail in time, he grabbed the slip rail and quickly placed it across the barrier to stop the horses’ escape.
Mick rode up to Harry with a smile on his face, ‘good on ya mate – you did it, we’re got em.’
They trapped almost twenty including the black stallion.
Over the next couple of days each horse was handled and roped to quieten them enough to make them used to humans.
After quietening each mob they caught, eventually the entire mob was handled and calm enough to drive to Cunnamulla.
It took both men six weeks to trap 280 brumbies by using this method.
After handled and quietened the mob; they drove them to Cunnamulla where they received 10 quid a head.
Harry kept the black stallion. In the mob was a foal, black maned – tailed buckskin creamy. Claire wanted this colt as her own.
‘We’ll break him in Daddy – can I have him, he’s beautiful’, Claire pleaded with her father. She named the colt Dusty.
Chapter 11

Rose was pleased to be home in her cottage and once more living in town. Most of the day she lay on her bed and read Mills and Boon books, she didn’t want to do any housework or look after the children.
Harry continued droving and on one return trip home was surprised to discover Rose was expected another child.
‘This could be the best thing that could happen’, Harry told Rose in an excited voice.
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‘Not likely.’ She replied in a harsh voice. She didn’t want another child to take care of, she couldn’t look after the two she already had.
‘Perhaps it may be another boy and we could put behind us the death of little Harry.’ He continued. It was twelve months since they lost their son.
Rose gave birth to a girl, her name Annie. Unfortunately Annie was born with a disjointed hip. Her left hip socket torn away from her hip, it was a birth defect, which caused the hip to fracture from the socket.
‘What else could go wrong?’ Harry queried, ‘at least the child is alive.’ He whispered to Rose.
Annie became the centre of attention with Rose and Harry spending more time with her than their other two children. Many trips to hospital became Annie’s life with operations to mend the injury.
‘Annie will always walk with a limp.’ The doctor told Harry and Rose, ‘she should live a normal life.’
Claire and Louise felt they weren’t receiving the attention from their parents, particularly their father which hurt Claire’s feelings whenever she wanted to be alone with him. It didn’t matter to Louise because she was closer to her mother than she was her father.
Life continued with Harry still droving taking a mob of sheep to Bourke each month whilst Rose remained at home with her children mainly to take care of Annie. When Annie crawled, she dragged her injured leg behind her and always called out to be carried. After a number of operations the recovery period seemed it would never end.
Claire was now nine years old, Louise five years old and little Annie almost twelve months. Harry’s sister, Anna was in the hospital giving birth to her eleventh child which turned out to be twelve because she gave birth to twins.
After giving birth to the twins Anna fell into a coma. Although the twins were properly cared for at birth by hospital staff nothing could bring Anna from the coma. Ten days into the coma Anna’s life support was switched off. She died a dignified death with her husband Les by her bedside.
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Harry didn’t know what to do. Les, his brother-in-law grieved for his wife and his other children aged from only a fortnight old to nine stayed with Rose and their children.
‘How can I live without Anna?’ Les sobbed holding onto Harry’s shoulder.
‘It’ll be okay mate, I’ll make it right – don’t worry we’ll work it out.’ Harry consoled his brother-in-law.
After lying Anna to rest next to the grave of Harry’s son at Cunnamulla Cemetery the family returned to Harry and Rose’s home for the wake. Family and friends journeyed across the country to say farewell to their friend and relative.
Later that night after Harry and Rose retired to bed Harry said to his wife, ‘I want to take care of Anna’s children?’
‘How many do you want to look after?’ Rose inquired.
‘Nine including the twins; Rachael, Dorothy, Hector, and the others, it’s the least we can do for her. She looked after me since I left home and now it’s my time to help.’
‘What about Les, what’s he going to do?’ Rose asked.
She thought about Harry’s demand and knew it was the only solution. Les couldn’t raise these children, particularly the twins. What else could they do? Les lived a nomad lifestyle and he liked the taste of rum.
‘He’ll take the older boys to work with him. He couldn’t be expected to look after the twins; Anna would turn over in her grave to know I didn’t look after them.’
‘Yes, we have a responsibility. It’ll be tough but I agree Anna would have done the same for us in a similar situation.’
Rose at that moment forgot about her own self pity and made up her mind to take care of the children. It would make their family twelve children. The kids would need to get on with each other or else.
Rose put her arms around Harry’s neck and lightly kissed him on the lips, ‘you are a good man Harry Williams and that’s why I love you so much.’
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Harry returned her kiss and whispered, ‘it’s great to have you back Rose. I love you too. We’ll get there – don’t you worry about a thing.’ They fell into a deep sleep holding one another in their arms.
Early the next morning Harry and Rose spoke to Les about their decision. Les sobbed, through tears in his eyes tried to thank his precious brother-in-law and sister-in-law in doing what they would be taking on.
‘I’ll help when I can, I’ll try and pay you when I can but thank you, it’s a huge relief to know my children will be raised by a good family.’
‘What’s family for if we can’t help one another.’ Rose interrupted.
‘Can I tell the children?’ Les requested.
‘Yeah, of course, I’ll tell Claire and Louise, Annie is too young to know the difference.’
At the dinner table that night, twelve children sat around the table to enjoy their meal. Harry sat at the head of the table with Rose by his right hand side. Everything would turn out right; Harry would make certain it did.

Months went by and believe it or not the family became one. Rose had more washing and ironing to do and when possible Claire helped as did some of the older children.

Harry returned from one of his trips to meet his new family. The older children called him Uncle Harry and called Rose Auntie or aunt.
When in bed that night Harry thanked Rose for helping him make the decision to look after his sister’s children. His voice rang with a little excitement when he told Rose he had a drove of 500 head of cattle from Bulloo Downs to Clifton Hills in South Australia.
‘This will be enough to keep us going for the next twelve months, Love.’ He told Rose with a dash of excitement in his voice.
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‘What are you talking about Harry? Do you want me and the kids to come along? What about the little ones. It’s a long time on the road for them.’
‘It’ll be right. I’ll ask Les to come along and I’ll need a few more ringers. It’s like as if Anna sent this to me from her grave. What’re think Love?’
Rose couldn’t think, what she was thinking was how in blazes she would care for twelve children, a couple in nappies, living out of the back of a truck and crossing the harshest country in south-west Queensland for the next twelve months. If Harry wanted to do it then that was it; she would go along with him.
‘Yes, of course I’d love to go. I couldn’t think to be away from you for twelve months.’

Early the next morning he contacted Dennis Cottrell, the manager of Bulloo Downs to accept the job.
Harry found Les at his home, ‘how’s everything going?’ He asked.
Les was seated on the front steps of the house smoking a cigarette and gazing into space.
‘I’m trying to get on with life but it’s tough without Anna.’ He told Harry.
‘I have some good news.’
‘What – it’d want to be good.’
‘How would you like to come on a droving trip with Rose and me?’
‘Where’re you going?’
‘From Bulloo Downs to Clifton Hills in South Australia, it’ll take about twelve months.’
‘Well, I’ve got nothing better to do. I’ll bring along the boy as the horse tailer. When do we head off?’ Les’s voice gained a little excitement. It would do him good to go on the road again. He’d never been with Harry but he was rest assured they’d work well together.
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Bullo Downs is a property, 150 kilometres south of Thargomindah and managed by Dennis Cottrell, a tough bushman in his own right. The property stretched from New South Wales, South Australia and Queensland borders one of the largest cattle stations in south-west corner of the State. It was large enough to be the size of a small country, the like of Wales in England.
Dennis Cottrell’s reputation as a grazier in the harsh outback was a legend. His workers respected him as their Boss, their loyalty ran through their veins and they did what was expected, to go to the end of the earth, to get the job done. Mustering camps of mainly males were made up of ringers, station hands, a camp cook and jackaroos.
Three mustering camps were absent from the main homestead for half the year, to muster cattle, wean calves, castrate and brand all unbranded stock. It was hot and tough work from sunlight until sunset.
In the outback ringers rode their horses through all sessions and places. It was gibber country – open plain and timber scarce. One beast to every 100 acres was the count if the seasons were good otherwise the country only bred kangaroos and emus. This was a drought year.
In one mustering camp the men mustered 500 of the best shorthorn bullocks on the property and were ready for drover Harry Williams to take overland to Clifton Hills in South Australia. It would be a tough and arduous journey.
Bulloo Downs homestead surroundings is the size of a small country town with their local sheriff Dennis Cottrell to administer law and order. The main homestead was huge in size compared to similar homesteads in the district. Gauzed in verandas avoided the immense fly population. In the middle of summer the heat rose to well above 50 degrees Celsius making the flies target human perspiration. Black with flies on the back of a worker’s shirt was likened to bees to a honey pot.
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A covered in vestibule separated the main homestead from the kitchen, a building sufficient size for a stove feed by wood to keep it going all through the year. A cook employed by the station lived in quarters adjoining the kitchen with another small room to house the cowboy. It was the cowboy’s job to have sufficient wood in the kitchen to fuel the stove so the cook prepared all meals for the men including the Boss and his family.
From the kitchen along a walkway, a long building, similar to a dormitory, housed the men working on the station. The outbuildings and stables was similar to a scene from the movie Fight at the OK Corral with huge open stock yards to draft and work cattle.
Many a young boy arrived at Bulloo Downs wanting to become a stockman and left as a man. They travelled by the Westlander, a train from the city to Cunnamulla and the final leg to Thargomindah by mail truck. Life was rough and tough with long days in the saddle.
The overland drove was about to begin at daybreak with 500 bullocks driven from Bulloo Downs in south-west of Thargomindah on the Bulloo River, through to Cooper Creek onto Birdsville to Clifton Hills in South Australia, a journey to take 12 months.
‘G’day Dennis,’ Harry said taking a firm grip of Dennis’s hand as a welcome.
‘Good to see you again, Harry’. They’d known one another for many years.
‘We’re ready to take your cattle – they look in good order.’ Harry replied in his deep western drawl.
Both men respected each other in their own field of expertise. Dennis knew Harry Williams was the best and most honest drover in the Cunnamulla/Thargomindah district.
In turn, Harry knew he trusted Dennis to be fair and honest as long as he got the cattle to the destination in better condition than they were when he took delivery.
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Once the cattle left the property Harry Williams was in charge; his responsibility, to deliver the cattle to Clifton Hills in good condition and not lose any along the way.
Both men sat on the top rail of the cattle yards, their eyes flicking from one beast to another. Harry slowly drew on his tailor made cigarette, a curl of smoke past his eyes, his face skewed to show wrinkles and age, his mind completely focused on the task ahead.
‘They look a good mob?’ He repeated as he looked across to Dennis to get a response.
‘They’re the best we’ve got. I’ve put a few more in for killers. There should be enough to get you thorough. The rain hasn’t come this year and if we don’t move them off now they won’t be good for anything. You know what the country’s like out here when there’s no rain.’ Dennis voiced in his slow western drawl.
‘We might get winter rain and hopefully the rivers are flowing when we’re on the move.’ Both men couldn’t talk any more because once they mentioned the weather and the stock – that was it, their conversation limited.
In the outback it was always taken as part of life, a drover was a few runs below on the social status ladder to a grazier.
Harry Williams always felt he did a good job at what he did but when it came to mixing with the cockies; it wasn’t the same as mixing with drovers and ringers. He knew how to talk with other drovers and ringers and felt comfortable in their company but when it came to conversing with cockies he felt intimidated in what to say. His life was the wide open spaces with stock routes his boundaries. He didn’t need to be a cockie or grazier to prove what to do. His life was carefree with open plains and no boundary fences.
When Harry was asked to take the cattle, his imagination went wild; he had never before taken 500 bullocks from Queensland to South Australia. His decision to follow the stock routes, traverse many properties along the way, his knowledge of the area depended wholly on word-of-mouth from other drovers or property owners when he passed through.
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There are no maps or roadways, only the sign showing Stock Route to guide where he had to go. Harry would scout ahead to find water for the stock. Ten miles per day was a common distance for the stock to travel.
Harry’s day started before the morning sun burst across the horizon and finished when it sunk below the western horizon. There was no time piece to gauge the time of the day, his job only to take the cattle from one point to the next.
He was astonished to be given the job in the first place to drive the cattle from Bullo Downs to Clifton Hills.
In his life as a drover this was by far the longest drive he’d ever undertaken. Apart from the family to help him he employed five aboriginal stockmen. Les accompanied Harry and had with him his 12 years old son Greg to help, who was responsible for horse tailing; particularly riding the first shift on the Nighthorse and to make sure all the horses were shod. Although Greg was 12 he worked as hard as any man.
Harry was satisfied with his camp but with the recent loss of his sister he knew his brother-in-law was finding it tough and partial to a drop of rum but on any droving trip alcohol was not included.
Droving 500 head of cattle was a huge task and Harry being the Boss Drover had the responsibility to ensure the cattle were delivered on time and in better condition than they were before they left Bulloo Downs. There were many things could go wrong and hopefully Harry’s craft as a drover excelled in his ability of a lifetime of droving that nothing went wrong on the trip.
He had his own worries; Rose was now responsible for twelve children all under the age of nine years including infant twin boys.
Before Harry and Rose made the decision to take on the children they spoke about the consequences. This was a lifetime commitment; it was not only this droving trip but afterwards for the next decade and a half raising the children. It would be tough but each agreed; there was much they would go without.
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Harry owned a Bedford truck with a steel crate large enough to carry six horses, swags, food, and to use as a camper while on the track. It had a good motor and hopefully wouldn’t break down.
Rose settled the twins in the front compartment while the other children rode in the back. Each sat or lay on their swags until they reached Bulloo Downs. The dogs travelled in their dog-boxes under the rear tray of the truck.
Greg being the horse tailer drove the plant of 20 horses from Cunnamulla to Bulloo Downs accompanied by his father and five stockmen. They followed the stock route arriving at Bulloo Downs four weeks after leaving Cunnamulla. All was in readiness for the drive to South Australia.
‘Are you ready Les,’ Harry called out to his brother-in-law.
‘Sure am.’
‘Let’s move em out.’ Harry commanded.
He’d spoken to Rose before they arrived at Bulloo Downs and arranged she drive the truck, follow the stock route along the Bulloo River about ten miles. He’d meet her there with the cattle to camp the night.
Harry had never driven this many cattle before. He knew over past years, he needed to be skilled enough, to get the best out of the cattle he was responsible for. It was like he had climbed to the top of Mount Everest in droving and this epic trip would prove his worth. He felt good, no - he felt great!
He knew the basic needs of the cattle were feed; water and rest. At their rest time they needed to settle to chew their cud. If when they lay down to rest and exhaled a ‘whoosh’ sound, this was his barometer to show how the drove was progressing. If the cattle were relaxed, well fed, rested and watered he knew he could relax.
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Re: Pat Ritter. Books

Postby patritter » Wed Oct 04, 2017 10:34 pm

'The Drover' - Page 97:

He felt as if he was a champion about to defend his title of one of the greatest drovers of all time. Let’s get to the water the stock tonight, went through his mind and then look toward tomorrow. One day at a time.
The bullocks spread out. They were spread across the open plain. Les near the front with each ringer on the wings to allow the animals to walk and feed at their leisure.
Steady as we go cautioned Harry to himself acknowledging so far everything was going okay. Ten miles he needed to go each day. This was checked by the stock inspector or police officer when at anytime they checked on the mob.
Early that morning he took delivery of the mob. Soon became mid-morning and during the hottest stage of the day he told his workers to rest and let the cattle lie down. They’d rest until about two-thirty and head off to water and camp the cattle down for the night.
The first day was uneventful in that everything went to clock work without a hitch. Harry moved the mob close to the night camp where Rose parked the truck.
She cooked roast meat in the Bedourie oven and used other Bedourie ovens to cook potatoes and damper. She cooked her favourite dessert of bread and butter custard taught to her by her mother.
Altogether she had twelve children; the twins were on goats’ milk serviced by a nanny goat they’d bought along. She also had six ringers and her husband to feed. The children and Greg the horse-tailer helped her with daily chores.
On the road there was no refrigeration and all meat was salted and packed away from the flies. When the men killed a beast which was normally every couple of weeks or when meat run short, it was covered with salt and placed into bags to preserve. All flour and other food was stored in tin containers to keep them safe from meat ants which somehow sought out food where ever it may be.
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