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Postby patritter » Sat May 06, 2017 11:06 pm

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After Joe finished making mutton sandwiches Ryan packed them into a saddle bag Joe handed to him. ‘I’ve saddled your horse. Buttons is tied up outside with the other horses. Have a great day. Don’t let Ole Billy talk you into too much. Catch up with you this afternoon.’ Joe finished. Ryan bid his friends good-day, left the house, threw the saddlebag behind the saddle on Buttons. After mounting Buttons rode toward the plant.
‘Good morning to you young Mister Ryan. Did you sleep well?’ Billy asked after Ryan tied Buttons to a nearby tree grabbed his saddlebag walked to the plant.
‘Have you discovered water yet Mr Campbell?’ Ryan sang in a cheery voice placing his saddlebag on a platform of the plant climbed upon the platform with Billy.
‘Went through some hard shale, thought I broke a couple of bits. Still boring. Down past seven hundred feet. The deepest I’ve ever drilled is one thousand feet. Hope to find water soon. Found moist soil late last night but this morning back to the hard grind.’ Billy explained to Ryan.
‘You worked all night?’ Ryan asked surprised.
‘The plant never stops mate. As long as we have sufficient wood to stoke the furnace. I never sleep.’
‘Don’t you ever tier?’ If he didn’t have proper sleep he’d never function the next day. This time of the day was much too early for Ryan but because he was on holidays hopefully before the weekend came around for him to return to Cunnamulla they’d find water. He hoped. ‘Anything for me to do?’ Ryan asked wanting to help out in some way.
‘Not at this stage. The plant is doing all the work. Sufficient wood to keep this machine going until the end of the week. No. Nothing to do but listen to ‘Canadian Bill’ hoping to reach water whenever that will be.’ Billy informed Ryan.
All through the heat of the day ‘Canadian Bill’ puffed bored deeper and deeper.
‘One thousand feet.’ Billy called out. Light faded. Joe rode toward the plant.
‘How’re you fellars going? Had any luck?’ Joe asked dismounting.
‘Down one thousand feet Joe. No water yet.’ Billy expressed in a depressed voice.
‘Keep going Billy. The Boss said keep boring until you locate water.’ Joe told Billy. ‘Are you ready to go home Ryan?’
‘Thank you Mr Campbell for today. Hope you find water shortly or you may strike China.’ Ryan giggled walked to Buttons mounted.
Early the next morning, still dark, someone shook him. He awoke to find Joe, ‘Quick Ryan. Out of bed. Billy found water. Water is shooting out of the ground twenty feet in the air. Come on quickly. You were right.’ Ryan jumped out of bed. Quickly changed his clothes pulled on his boots followed Joe to where the horses were tied to the railing.
Riding through the darkness they came upon the plant. Odour of water breathed through his nostrils fresh water with slight sulphur.
‘You bloody beauty Ryan. You were right. Water here everywhere. I needed to go down to almost fifteen hundred feet.’ Billy cried with glee wrapped his arms around Ryan’s shoulders. ‘You’re a bloody beauty Ryan Carlson.’
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Chapter 12

Bush telegraph alive, news spread of this discovery especially young Ryan Carlson making him an instant celebrity with the newspaper heading: ‘Mysterious Diviner Boy Finds Water’. Water gold to these graziers. Ryan returned to school after his epic discovery. His fellow students waited anxiously for Ryan to share his story. Standing in front of his classmates presented the broken fork he used to discover ‘The Great Artisan Water Basin’ at ‘Kahmoo Station’. His explanation humble; his classmates applauded his gift to find water especially through the harshest drought recorded in their country’s history.
After his presentation at school he returned home to the applause of his parents with other railway workers.
‘Congratulations Ryan.’ A loud cry of appreciation applauded him. Joe and Hannah were amongst the crowd with his parents and friends.
Joe approached Ryan. They shook hands. ‘You’re the most popular fellow in these parts. Good on you mate. I’m proud of you.’ Joe tapped him on the shoulder. A sign of appreciation.
‘I can’t understand why everyone is so excited.’ Ryan replied in a high-pitched voice unable to understand his sudden rise of status in this community.
‘Mate, you’ve discovered gold. Underwater gold. If we don’t have water in these parts we wouldn’t live.’ Joe explained. ‘You saved our country.’ A smile spread across his face.
‘I’m proud of you, son.’ Todd said shaking Ryan’s hand. Tears filled Ryan’s eyes hearing his father speak these words. Ryan didn’t think he’d done much. To receive praise from his father certainly gave him self-assurance to find more water.
‘Thanks Dad.’ Ryan gaffed.
Melinda wrapped her arms around his shoulders whispered in his ear. ‘Love you Ryan. With all my heart.’ She released her hold.
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‘Love you too Mom.’
‘Todd, may I have a few words with you please about Ryan.’ Joe asked Todd.
‘Sure mate. What’s wrong. Come over to our tent where we can talk in peace. Been quite an afternoon. I’m so proud of Ryan. Still buggered how he discovers this water with a bloody forky stick. Who cares. He found water.’ They walked to the tent entered. ‘Take a seat. I only have water I’m afraid.’ Todd joked. Joe nodded sat on a makeshift lounge. Todd handed Joe a tumbler of water. ‘Now what’s up?’
Joe took an envelope from his pocket, handed the envelope to Todd. ‘Nat asked me to give you this for Ryan as payment for finding water.’ He sipped on his drink.
Todd opened the envelope seeing money, notes. After taking them from the envelope he counted five pounds in one pound notes. ‘We can’t take this money from Nat or anyone else.’ Todd said in surprise.
‘Nat wants you to put the money in the bank for Ryan’s education. More where this came from. Nat has Ryan lined up to divine for water on all of his properties. He’s got plenty for Ryan to do. I can tell you.’ Joe explained.
‘Alright then. I’ll deposit this money into an account for Ryan plus any other money which he earns. This is a lot of money Joe. I don’t earn this amount of money. Did he do THAT good a job?’ Todd said in disbelief.
‘He certainly did. Honestly, what gift he possesses for finding water. He’ll do us.’ They both clicked their tumblers together to celebrate Ryan’s discovery. Todd continued, ‘Ryan has become the pinup student for Cunnamulla State School. His reputation extended to the capital of Queensland. The Right Honourable Joseph Ryan Esquire MLA received regular correspondence sent by me the Chairman of ‘The Great Artisan Water Basin’ Committee for record purposes. This particular finding became especially important because Ryan being my son. Do you realise Ryan’s discovery has reached the-powers-to-be in the Capital?’ Todd expressed.
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‘I didn’t. No. Isn’t this good news?’ Joe stated.
Todd moved from the lounge to his make shift desk retrieved a letter which he handed to Joe. ‘This is from your friend, The Right Honourable Joseph Ryan Esquire, MLA. Wait until you read what he wrote. This is interesting.’ Todd sat silent whilst Joe read the letter.
‘Queensland Parliament has passed The Aboriginal Protection and Restriction of the Sale of Opium Act 1897 (Qld) which grants power to the ‘Protector of Aboriginals’ to be removed to, and kept within the limits of, any reserve situated within such District.’ Joe read aloud. ‘What’s this got to do with us?’ Joe asked.
‘Archibald Meston has been appointed ‘Protector of the Aboriginals.’ Todd expressed.
‘What’s this got to do with me?’ Joe appeared confused. A crease formed on his brow.
‘The Honourable Joseph Ryan Esquire MLA is forever in your debt for what you did to save his coward hide from going to prison. He’s paying you back for what you did.’ Todd explained.
‘He doesn’t need to. On one hand, I’m pleased he appreciates what I did at the time; more pleased how he keeps me in the loop. I can’t complain. What about this fellow Archibald Meston?’ Joe finished.
‘Nothing to do with us. According to this letter from your friend in Parliament Archibald Meston has power to muster all aborigines to place them in camps. A huge task.’ Todd explained.
‘I wish him the best of British luck because those aborigines have lived in this country far longer than we have. Over the time I’ve lived here I’ve seen tribes move from place to place in search of food. I suppose with this drought they can’t hunt for their food nor fish in the rivers. Let’s hope Archibald Meston has some idea of caring for these people. Hate to be in their shoes, if they wore shoes, to find places for them to settle.’ Joe’s agitation showed to think how a do-gooda will change the plight of a human race thousands of years old survived longer than any white man to be controlled by a white race. ‘He’s got to be kidding.’ His final remarks.
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‘Joe, why would this upset you so much?’ Todd asked.
‘I’ve met, with aborigines over time. Honestly they are good people. To be herded up like sheep placed into camps appear to be a bit over the top.’ Joe handed the tumbler back to Todd. ‘I’ve got to go. Tell me when you want to meet again for a committee meeting.’ Joe left the tent.
Within a month the first aborigines were gathered up settled in the sand hills south of Cunnamulla township. Out-of-sight plus out-of-mind. They settled near enough to Warrego River to fish, far enough away in the sand hills not to annoy any white townsfolk. They built gunyas, a construction of bark from trees with branches to house a small family.
During lunch break Ryan with a couple of his classmates often swam naked in the Warrego River. This particular day they went to their usual place. An aboriginal youth similar in age to themselves stood holding a spear looking into the shallow water of the river.
Ryan stood silent. This youth stared into the water holding a spear in his right hand. Suddenly he threw the spear into the water spearing a fish which hung on the end. Ryan couldn’t believe what he’d seen. His eyes almost bulged from their sockets.
‘G’day.’ Ryan called to this youth who became startled, picked up his spear with the fish attached to the end ran from the river heading toward the sand hill. Ryan called for him to stop but the youth increased pace before Ryan blinked, the youth disappeared.
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After Ryan with his friends returned to school he told Mrs Gibson of their discovery. ‘They must be the first family to be bought to settle in town.’ Mrs Gibson told them. ‘I’d better go introduce myself after school.’
‘Can I come with you?’ Ryan asked in an excited voice wanting to meet the youth at the river.
‘What about your mother?’ Hannah asked.
‘Write Mom a note. Please Mrs Gibson.’ Ryan pleaded.
‘Alright then. I can’t refuse you? I’ll give a note with one of the other children to hand to your mother tell her I’ll drop you home.’ Hannah replied.
‘Perhaps stay for dinner.’ Ryan said in anticipation.
‘Perhaps.’ Hannah attended to writing a note to be delivered to Melinda.
After school Ryan helped Hannah harness Joker to the sulky.
‘Would you mind if I drove?’ Ryan asked after clipping the final harness together.
‘Do you think you can?’ Hannah asked. Ryan being eleven years old. ‘I suppose. When I was your age I did everything around the property particular drive a horse in a sulky.’ She stepped up onto the passenger seat beside Ryan who’d leaped up onto the driver’s seat taking hold of the reins steadily moved Joker off in the direction south of town. ‘Where do we go?’ Hannah asked relaxed with Ryan driving.
‘The young boy ran in this direction. He must live somewhere down this way.’ Ryan headed Joker south from the school.
‘The cemetery is about a mile south of town. Before the sand hills. We’ll have a look around the sand hills. Blind leading the blind.’ Hannah mumbled.
‘I don’t understand. We’re not blind.’ Ryan replied amazed.
‘A figure of speech Ryan. Either of us haven’t any idea where we’re going. Like searching for a needle in a haystack.’ Hannah tried to explain. ‘Don’t worry. Drive past the cemetery toward the sand hills. Hopefully we’ll find something or someone.’ Ryan looked ahead.
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‘Do you ever think I’ll be as smart as you Mrs Gibson?’ Ryan asked.
‘If you stick to your study lessons. Always do your best.’ She answered thinking how intelligent Ryan showed particularly when wearing his broad brimmed hat.
After passing the cemetery the track stopped.
‘Where to from here?’ Ryan asked.
‘Dodge the bushes, head toward those sand hills.’ Hannah directed Ryan to head toward high bushes leading toward sand hills in the distance. Dodging around mulga bushes Joker suddenly stopped, whinnied. In front amongst bushes a bush made gunya. Seated cross legged a woman shabbily dressed wearing shirt and trousers. A fish in her hands.
Their eyes met. Hannah had never seen a sight like this before in her life. A small child sat beside this woman. A youth, similar age to Ryan sat on the other side. ‘Good afternoon.’ Hannah said not certain if the woman understood her language.
‘Hi Missus.’ The aboriginal woman rose in one swift movement placed the fish on the ground walked toward Hannah and Ryan. ‘Nice to meet you. I’m Daisy Whiteman. This here my daughter little Daisy, son Desi. Me husband gone walkabout.’ She put out her hand to Hannah who shook the ladies hand warmly.
‘I’m Hannah Gibson. This is Ryan Carlson. I’m pleased to meet you and your family.’ Hannah stepped down from the sulky to come abreast with this woman.
‘Mr Meston, Aboriginal Protector, bought us here from out bush. This now our home.’ Daisy explained.
‘I teach at Cunnamulla State School. Ryan is one of my students. Your son fished at the river earlier today.’ Hannah explained.
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‘Desi good catching fish.’ Daisy explained.
‘Anything I can do for you and your family?’ Hannah asked. She’d never seen anyone live under these conditions before. Hannah wanted to help.
‘We right. Build gunya, plenty fish in river. You teacher?’ Daisy inquired.
‘Yes. At Cunnamulla State School.’ Hannah replied.
‘Desi old enough to go to school. He had no schooling. Want him read write.’ Daisy asked. ‘I never learn.’
‘We can arrange for your son to attend school. Can you bring him to the main office in the morning to enrol? School begins at nine o’clock.’ Hannah finished. Clothing Daisy and the children wore were different shapes, sizes, colours.
‘We don’t wear clothes. Mr Meston told us we need to wear clothes since we live near town.’ Daisy explained.
‘How many clothes did Mr Meston give you?’ Hannah inquired.
‘Only these we wear.’ Daisy smiled hoping to impress Hannah who was the first white woman she met since arriving.
‘Would you mind if I find more clothes for you. I’d love to help.’ Hannah asked in a friendly voice.
‘Okay Missus. I’ll wash these down by the river tonight, have them clean for Desi tomorrow.’ Daisy replied with a huge smile showing a set of sparkling white teeth.
‘Great! I’ll catch up with you at school in the morning.’ Hannah said her farewells to Daisy and the children. ‘Come on Ryan. Meet you at school in the morning Daisy.’ They boarded their sulky and left.
Arriving at the railway camp Melinda met them as they pulled up. ‘Ryan, why are you driving?’ Melinda shocked to learn Ryan drove the sulky. ‘When did you learn how to drive?’ Melinda gathered her dress swiftly walked over to the sulky. ‘I received your note Hannah. Would you like to stay for dinner with us? I’m sure Ryan would like you too.’
‘I learnt at ‘Kahmoo Station’ on my holiday.’ Ryan interrupted. ‘I told you it’d be okay to stay for dinner.’ Ryan whispered to Hannah who stepped down from the sulky. ‘I’ll tie Joker to the rail, or do you want me to unharness him?’ Ryan asked.
‘He’ll be right tied to the rail thank you Ryan. Yes, Melinda I would love to stay for dinner. I have something important to discuss with you. Hope you can help.’ Hannah explained.
‘Hi you lot.’ Todd called walking toward the campsite.
Ryan rushed to his father threw his arms around his waist. ‘An aboriginal boy fished today at the river Dad. He speared a fish. You should’ve seen him. Never seen anyone spear a fish before. Mrs Gibson and I visited where they live. Dad, they live in a bark hut.’ Ryan’s excitement showed on his face.
‘Let me settle first. You can tell me all about your venture. What’s next for you Ryan? Learning to fish with a spear.’ Todd released Ryan, walked over to the ladies, kissed Melinda on the cheek welcomed Hannah.
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Chapter 13

After a delicious dinner Hannah farewelled her friends. Ryan couldn’t stop speaking about his new venture. ‘I’m going to ask Desi if he can teach me to spear fish.’ Excitement flowed from his mind. Melinda agreed to help Daisy her small family with clothing plus any other essentials she needed. She handed Hannah a box filled with assorted clothing, blankets for Daisy.
To Hannah’s surprise Daisy with her two children arrived at school the following morning. Desi neatly dressed in shorts clean shirt wearing no shoes. Most of the students at the school didn’t wear shoes. Hannah introduced Daisy to Miss Wallace, Principal. After giving Daisy the box from Melinda, Hannah asked to be excused to attend her class inviting Desi. Desi accompanied Hannah to her classroom filled with students.
Desi stood beside Hannah in front of the class. He became the first aboriginal student to attend Cunnamulla State School. Hannah wanted to spread the word for other aboriginal children to attend school.
‘Fellow students.’ She said, ‘May I introduce Desi Whiteman to our class. Ryan, would you be kind enough to be Desi’s buddy to help him through his days at our school.’ Hannah smiled at Ryan who stood to attention walked abruptly to front of the class.
‘I’d love to be Desi’s buddy.’ Ryan smiled. ‘He can sit next to me.’ Desi accompanied Ryan to a seat next to him in the class. Each student’s eyes followed Desi’s movements.
At morning break Ryan and Desi sat on a seat in the play-ground. Ryan shared his biscuits with him.
‘Do you speak?’ Ryan asked in a kind voice hoping not to embarrass Desi. Ryan wasn’t certain if Desi spoke in English or his own aboriginal tongue.
‘I speak. Nothing to say.’ Desi answered continuing to eat his biscuit.
‘Can you show me how to spear fish with your spear?’ Ryan asked in an excited voice.
Desi thought for a moment. ‘You not aboriginal.’
‘No. I still want to learn. What you did the other day to spear the fish; I’ve never seen anything like this before in my life.’ Ryan’s excitement overflowed.
‘If you want.’ Desi answered.
‘When.’
‘After school.’
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‘I’ve got to go home. What about the weekend.’
‘I do nothing. Weekend good. You teach me read write?’ Desi asked, embarrassed to ask the question.
‘Sure. I’ll ask my Mom if she can bring me to your home on Saturday. I’ll show you how to read and write, you show me how to spear a fish.’ Both boys agreed.
The bell rang to tell students morning break was over to return to class.
‘What bell for?’ Desi asked bewildered.
‘We return to class. A bell rings to start class, one at morning break, another at lunch, another afternoon break, final one to go home.’ Ryan explained accompanying Desi back to their classroom.
‘Lotsa bells.’ Desi questioned.
Saturday morning couldn’t arrive quickly enough for Ryan whose mind filled with spearing a fish. Melinda and Ryan arrived at Desi’s camp early enough for Ryan and Desi to enjoy their day together.
‘G’day Ryan.’ Desi met Ryan with his mother when they arrived.
‘Mom, this Ryan’s mother. We go fishing. Come Ryan show you how spear fish.’ Ryan jumped down from the sulky saying farewell to his mother to follow Desi in a jog toward the river. Desi carrying his spear.
‘Hello.’ Melinda said climbing down from the sulky. ‘I’m Melinda Carlson.’ Melinda put her hand out to greet Daisy.
‘Kind lady give clothes.’ Daisy said shaking Melinda’s hand with glee almost dislocating Melinda’s shoulder. ‘They fit good. Come sit. I’ll put billy on.’ Daisy dressed in one of Hannah’s frocks she placed in the box.
Daisy’s camp clean tidy. Hannah walked to a nearby log near the gunya, sat. A small child walked from inside the gunya grabbed her mother’s skirt; with wide open eyes looked at Melinda.
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‘What’s your name little one? I’m Melinda.’ Melinda said to the little girl who buried her face in her mother’s dress.
‘This little Daisy. My almost two-year-old girl. She little shy. We don’t often have visitors only from Mr Meston or one of his men ask how we going.’ Daisy told Melinda.
‘How are you going?’ Melinda queried.
‘I’m pleased Desi found friend in Ryan. Good boy your Ryan. Friendly, looks after Desi.’ Daisy explained whilst pouring tea into a pannikin mug handed to Melinda. ‘No milk or sugar.’ She finished poured herself one in the other pannikin mug. Daisy sat nearby on another log. Little Daisy sat cramped beside her mother. Daisy handed Melinda a slice of what Melinda thought was damper. Her taste buds exploded when she placed the damper into her mouth.
‘This is delicious. Did you bake this? Isn’t this honey?’ Melinda said finished eating the slice.
‘Just this morning. My mother taught me to bake. Aboriginal damper. Two cups of flour we grind from seeds. Pinch of salt; little water. Mr Meston left these cooking dishes when he bought us here. Come in handy.’ Daisy explained.
‘I’ve never eaten damper so soft tasty before. Where did the honey come from?’
‘Desi tie a small feather onto a bee. Watched bee return to hive. He climbed tree take honey from hive. Do you want some?’ Daisy asked, walked into her gunya returned with a package of honey. ‘Here you are. Very tasty.’
‘Thank you so much.’ Melinda replied sat the package beside her on the log. I’ll need to try to cook the same. The clothes I gathered. Were they enough. Do you need more?’ Melinda asked after sipping her tea.
‘Enough. Not much room in gunya. Two children me. Husband gone walkabout. Come back when ready.’ Daisy explained finishing her tea and slice of damper.
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‘How long have you been here?’ Melinda didn’t want to intrude. Her interest how they lived in a bark humpy with little room to move. She experienced enough problems living under canvas at a railway siding.
‘Mr Meston come when we camp on Paroo River. Hunting not good, little kangaroo; fish, not much. He told us Government made laws to move near town. Been here two weeks. Good place. Near river to fish, plenty rabbits in sand hills, bush tucker everywhere. Good. Desi go school.’ Daisy answered, a smile showing white teeth, her face shining, eyes glistened.
The two women continued sharing their life experiences for a couple of hours when the two boys entered the camp.
‘Mom. Look at the fish we speared.’ Ryan excited to share the catch with his mother.
Twelve yellow belly fish with a stick through their gills swung between the two boys carrying the pole at either end. Melinda couldn’t believe the number of fish the boys speared.
‘Plenty fish for both of us.’ Daisy said. ‘Desi, give half to Ryan. Wrap them in leaves, put onto sulky.’ She told her son.
Desi quickly gathered sufficient leaves to cover six fish, wrapped them together placed them onto the bottom of the sulky.
‘Thank you Desi. I’ll cook them for dinner tonight.’ Melinda said. ‘We’d better be going home Ryan. Good-bye Daisy, Desi, Little Daisy. We’ll visit again soon.’ Melinda climbed onto the sulky, gathered the reins waited for Ryan to join her.
‘What about my lessons reading writing?’ Desi asked Ryan.
‘I haven’t forgotten.’ Ryan took a sheet of paper from his pocket handed to Desi. ‘Twenty-six letters written on this sheet of paper. Read them over and over. Study their shape of each letter. All these letters form words. After you remember these letters I’ll show you how to put them into words. Thanks for teaching me to fish with a spear. Catch up with you at school on Monday.’ Ryan joined his mother waving to his new friend and family.
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Todd couldn’t believe Ryan speared not one fish but four. After cleaning them Melinda cooked each one in a pan on the open fire. By sundown she completed cooking the fish placed them onto a plate for dinner. Melinda had never eaten yellow belly before.
‘These are tasty.’ She mentioned eating the flesh of the fish.
‘I speared them. Desi showed me how. I needed to take my hat off to stop reflection on the water scare away the fish. I like Desi. I want to learn his ways.’ Ryan kept eating.
‘Tell me. When did they move to their camp?’ Todd asked in between eating his fish.
‘Mr Meston, Aboriginal Protector, found Daisy and her family living on the Paroo River. Told them under the recent law to live on the out-skirts of Cunnamulla.’ Melinda said.
‘Where is her husband?’ Todd asked.
‘According to Daisy, went walkabout.’ Melinda replied.
‘That’s a shame because with the extension of the railway line to Cunnamulla we’ll be looking to employ fettlers to help maintain the line.’ Todd explained.
‘I’ll tell Daisy when I next catch up with her.’ Melinda finished.
Day by day at school Ryan instructed lessons with Desi to form words from the letters he put to memory. By the final weeks of school before the mid-term break Desi understood many words practiced his writing; read from books he borrowed from the library to understand the words and meaning.
‘What’re you doing on the holidays?’ Ryan asked Desi during a lunch period.
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‘Help Mom. Fish, gather bush tucker. Why?’ Desi said who improved his English by learning his words reading books.
‘Mr Young wants me to divine for water on one of his properties. Do you want to come with me?’ Ryan asked.
‘What would I do? What you do to divine for water?’ Desi queried.
‘I select a forky stick near where I divine for water. Walk around until the stick bends toward the ground, then tell Mr Campbell to drill. I found water in Mr Young’s property at ‘Kahmoo Station’ earlier this year.’ Ryan explained.
‘Are you Kadaitja Man?’ Desi asked in shock.
‘What’s Kadaitja Man?’ Ryan frowned.
Desi explained his meaning of a Kadaitja Man. Ryan’s mouth opened. ‘No. I’m not a Kadaitja Man. I can’t explain how I find water but since I’ve found water on Mr Young’s property he wants me to find water on all of his other properties.’
‘Can I come to help you find water?’ Desi pleaded.
‘I’ll ask Mr Young. I think he’ll agree.’
School holidays arrived the two boys went with Joe to ‘Kahmoo Station’ dropped them at the homestead. ‘I’ve got to check on the stock. I’ll leave you both here with Nat. Be back later on.’ Joe allowed the boys to step down from the sulky, clicked Joker drove off toward the shearing shed.
Ryan introduced his friend Desi to Nat. ‘Mr Young, Desi wants to help me find water on your property?’ Ryan asked.
‘Of course Ryan. Any friend of Ryan’s is a friend of mine.’ Nat shook Desi’s hand.
‘Thank you Mr Young.’ Desi replied.
‘What about some lunch. I’ll ask Martha to make sandwiches plus a drink to have on the veranda.’ Nat left the boys to enter the kitchen.
‘Is that an aboriginal boy Ryan has with him?’ Martha asked when Nat joined her in the kitchen.
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‘Yes, his name is Desi Whiteman. I didn’t want to invite them inside because I understand you not having an aboriginal inside your home.’ Nat tried to explain without embarrassment.
‘I’ll make sandwiches. Feed them on the veranda. I don’t want an aboriginal boy in my home Nat. Where’re they going to sleep?’ Martha asked turned to make sandwiches.
‘I’ll make arrangements they stay on ‘Moonjaree Station’. That’s where Ryan will be divining for water.’ Nat explained. Martha nodded, finished making sandwiches placed them onto plates handed them to Nat who carried them to where the boys sat on the veranda.
‘Here you are boys.’ Nat placed the plates on the small table between the boys. He returned to the kitchen.
After they ate their sandwiches Nat said, ‘Ryan, I’ll take you and your friend over to ‘Moonjaree Station’. We’ll settle you both in. When you’re ready.’ Nat explained.
‘Thanks Mr Young.’ Ryan expressed in a positive voice. ‘How is the bore going?’ He asked.
‘Great so far. Plenty of water pumping. Billy is delving drains to different paddocks. He’ll be here for some time. Miles of bore drains to make. We purchased stronger horses. Joe had the blacksmith make a proper delver. I’ll show you if you want?’ Nat concluded. They both nodded between eating their sandwiches.
Nat drove to the paddock where Billy drove a dozen horses behind the new delving machine digging a deep drain from the borehead through the centre of the paddock. Nat stopped the sulky nearby.
‘I got a couple of friends to show what you’re doing?’ Nat called to Billy who stopped the horses calling their names.
‘I think time for smoko. What do you reckon?’ He called to Nat.
‘We just had smoko Mr Campbell.’ Ryan called to Billy leaving the sulky walked toward him. Ryan couldn’t believe the drain being dug so deep. ‘Mr Campbell. This is my friend Desi. He’s come to help me find water.’
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