Re: Pat Ritter. Books
Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2017 10:16 pm
'Tilbaroo Station' - Page 67:
‘Now I’ve selected the right fork. I’ll walk.’ Ryan walked due south-west leaving Joe with the sulky. Joe couldn’t believe this small bushman wearing a broad brim hat holding a forky thing in both hands between his thumb and index fingers guiding his way toward water. Ryan walked at a slow pace changing direction often.
After a couple of hours walking Joe became concerned with Ryan, particularly walking in the heat of the day with little shade. ‘Ryan, what about we stop, cool off. Would you like a drink of water, a rest maybe?’ Joe shouted.
‘No thanks Joe. I’m right.’ He called continued to walk in different directions. ‘We may have to move further west. Nothing around here. No movement with this fork plus no pressure of any water nearby.’ Ryan shouted back.
He pulled the sulky up beside Ryan.
Ryan climbed aboard the sulky. ‘Over that way.’ Ryan pointed in a south-westerly direction. Joe moved to the area Ryan pointed.
‘Stop here. I’ll give this area a try.’ Ryan climbed down, pointed the ‘Dowsing Stick’ in front of him began to walk. Only small steps to begin with then enlarged his steps when a pull by the fork alarmed Ryan. ‘Around here. Something.’ Ryan shouted. Joe stopped the sulky waiting his next instruction from Ryan.
Ryan walked further following the force of the ‘Dowsing Stick’. ‘I’m getting close.’ Ryan called to Joe who by this time began to walk beside him. If Joe hadn’t seen with his own eyes what Ryan was doing, he would not have believed the action Ryan took. Ryan started to stride out faster toward a rise in the land. Suddenly he stopped. Joe’s eyes almost popped from his head when the ‘Dowsing Stick’ bent in front pointing to the ground.
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‘Now I’ve selected the right fork. I’ll walk.’ Ryan walked due south-west leaving Joe with the sulky. Joe couldn’t believe this small bushman wearing a broad brim hat holding a forky thing in both hands between his thumb and index fingers guiding his way toward water. Ryan walked at a slow pace changing direction often.
After a couple of hours walking Joe became concerned with Ryan, particularly walking in the heat of the day with little shade. ‘Ryan, what about we stop, cool off. Would you like a drink of water, a rest maybe?’ Joe shouted.
‘No thanks Joe. I’m right.’ He called continued to walk in different directions. ‘We may have to move further west. Nothing around here. No movement with this fork plus no pressure of any water nearby.’ Ryan shouted back.
He pulled the sulky up beside Ryan.
Ryan climbed aboard the sulky. ‘Over that way.’ Ryan pointed in a south-westerly direction. Joe moved to the area Ryan pointed.
‘Stop here. I’ll give this area a try.’ Ryan climbed down, pointed the ‘Dowsing Stick’ in front of him began to walk. Only small steps to begin with then enlarged his steps when a pull by the fork alarmed Ryan. ‘Around here. Something.’ Ryan shouted. Joe stopped the sulky waiting his next instruction from Ryan.
Ryan walked further following the force of the ‘Dowsing Stick’. ‘I’m getting close.’ Ryan called to Joe who by this time began to walk beside him. If Joe hadn’t seen with his own eyes what Ryan was doing, he would not have believed the action Ryan took. Ryan started to stride out faster toward a rise in the land. Suddenly he stopped. Joe’s eyes almost popped from his head when the ‘Dowsing Stick’ bent in front pointing to the ground.
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