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The Shearers Lament ~2

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Once all of Rogers’ crop was sown down, I’d worked miself out of another job.

Back to Lake Cargelligo I went. This time, I had to find a place to live so I went over

to Twitcheys’ Hotel to enquire how much a room would cost. Twitcheys’ wife, Annette,

was a tall, good-lookin’ Mediterranean type. She was always well-dressed. To my

knowledge, she never messed around on old Twitchey.

Annette rented me a basic, dry and clean room for a very nominal price. I booked in

on a residential basis which also made it cheaper. I was now in a position to hang around

the bars. It wasn’t that I liked hangin’ around drunks but if I wanted to find casual work,

all business was conducted from a bar stool in any one of the Lakes’ three hotels.

I had a few bucks tucked away now from all the long hours of tractor drivin’, plus I’d

finished up the payments on mi Honda 90, so I was well in front.

DIGGING THE DUNNY HOLE

One Sunday morning I went into the bar to look for some work. Someone I knew

introduced me to a real beaut, a young bloke called Kenny Carlton. We got on well

together right from the word go.

“Where ya working, Yorky?” he asked.

“Nowhere yet, Kenny. I’ve just finished tractor driving out at Roger Toms’ place.”

“Why don’t ya git a job roustabouting in the shearing sheds?”

“I’d love that but I don’t know how to go about it.”

“It’s easy, mate. I’ll introduce ya to a few of the local contractors and ya can take it from

there.”

“How did you learn to shear, Mate?”

“Mi old man’s a shearer, he taught me. I’ve been going out in the sheds with him since I

was a kid.”

“Is it hard work?”

“Well, it’s not easy but once ya git the blows down and git fit, then it depends on how

hard ya wanna work.”

“What’s the money like?”

“If ya git in good sheep ya can make a good, few bob.”

“What’s the going rate?”

“Eighteen bucks a hundred.”

“How many can you shear a day, Kenny.”

“Oh about 120-130.”

“Shit! That’s big money.”

“Yeah”, he said. “If ya can keep ya self in work it is.”

I left the bar for a while to go for a feed. When I came back, Kenny was still sat on

the same stool, a few middies worse for wear.

Kenny was a short nuggety bloke, clean-cut and well-dressed. He had short, straight

hair and a somewhat chubby face. His arms were quite big from dragging sheep. The

knuckles on both his hands were swollen as most shearers hands are. I noticed his arms

were covered in scratches and burr marks from the saffron thistles that were all over the

sheeps’ fleece.

When I walked over to him, he said in a somewhat slurred voice,

“Ya see that bloke over the other side of the bar, Yorky?”

“Yeah.”

“His name’s Don Freeman. Go and see him, mate. Tell him ya looking for a job roust-a-

bouting.”

When I went over to where he was sitting, I waited for him to finish talking to his mate.

“G’day.”, I said.

“G’day mate, what can I do for ya?”

“I’m looking for some work in the sheds. Kenny Carlton said ya might have some.”

“Kenny sent ya over did he?”

“Yeah.”, I said.

“I haven’t got anything going for a couple of days but I can give ya some work down at

mi house till we start, if ya like.”

“That sounds great!”

“Hang on a minute till I finish mi beer.”

Don Freeman was a tall, lanky bloke. He had wavy hair, a gaunt face and a husky,

muffled voice which came from a broken nose.

He downed his 7 ounce and said, “What’s ya name?”

“Yorky.”

“A chummy, eh? Can ya work, mate? Ya don’t look too fucking big to me!”

“Don’t let the size fool ya.”, I said.

“Alright mate, let’s go.”

“Where we off to?” I asked, as we walked out of Twitcheys, down the main street

towards the Lake.

“Down to my joint. It’s just down at the end of the street.”

When we got inside of his backyard he said, “I want to put a big septic tank over here so

I need a hole digging. D’ya think ya can do that?”

“How big a hole d’ya want?”

“I’ll show ya.”

He walked over to a wheel barrow and took out a string line and two pegs. He stuck one

peg in the ground and then unraveled the string. When the string was straight, he tied the

steel peg on and then walked around with the peg scratching the hard ground as he went.

Once the circle was complete he said, “That’s about nine foot across and it’s gotta be

seven foot deep. Ya think ya can dig it by hand?”

“No worries, mate.”

“How long will it take ya?”

“Probably all day.”

“One day?”,he said. “That’s all? That’s a fucking big hole mate! There’s a lot of digging

there!”

“Yeah! About one days’ worth.”

“Shit! I doubt whether an Aussie could dig that in two days, let alone a chummy in one!”

“One day, mate.”, I said.

“Alright chummy, the job’s yours! How much is it gonna cost me?”

“Tell ya what, Don. You don’t think I can do it in one day and ya said it would take an

Aussie two days. At a dollar an hour, that’s 16 bucks for two eight hour days. I’ll make

ya a deal. If you promise to give me a job as a roustabout as soon as you’ve got work,

I’ll dig the hole for ten bucks and I’ll finish it within the day.”

“You’re on chummy!”, he said with a smile. “Ya can start in the sheds with me on

Wednesday, that’s if ya finish the septic hole in time. I won’t be here tomorrow so I’ll

leave the pick, shovel and the crowbar in that wheelbarrow over there. Alright

chummy?”

“Alright Donny.”, I said, with a big smile. “Be careful ya don’t fall in it if ya come home

full!”, I joked.

“I’ll believe it when I see it!”

I was up the next morning, bright and early. I had a bit of breakfast at the Hotel before

I set off. As I walked down the empty street towards Dons’ place, I was thinking what it

would be like to work in the shearing sheds. I’d always wanted to learn shearing ever

since I had a go at it at old Burts’ place.

When I walked through the small gate and down the dirt path, I decided to put

everything out of my mind except the big job that was ahead of me.

It was still pretty cool as the sun was not yet above the horizon. I stood in the rough,

untidy side-yard contemplating what was the best and easiest way to go about digging

the septic tank hole. After a few minutes it became obvious to me that there was no easy

way to dig it. The only way it was going to get done was to start digging! The steel peg

and string-line that Donny had used to mark the large circle was still in the same place

so I remarked the circle making the line deeper as I walked around.

Once this task was finished, I grabbed hold of the shovel, put the end of it on the

ground where the center hole was and stomped on the edge with mi old work-boot. The

shovel sank into the ground all of two inches.

‘Oh shit!’ I thought. ‘This is going to be a lot tougher going than I thought it would be!’

Then I picked up the long, fat crowbar. The end of it was in not too bad a shape, so I

decided to start loosening the ground in a small circular motion, starting from the middle

again. The crowbar sank in the hard ground about four inches each time I raised it above

my shoulders and drove it downwards with great force.

I enlarged the shallow hole until I reached the outer line of the nine foot circle. I took

a few minutes breather, then shoveled the loose dirt and shale rock out of the hole. Once

this was done I surveyed the work, still wondering if there was an easier way to do it.

Pictures of jackhammers kept floating across the minds’ eye but there was no chance

of getting one so I dismissed them as soon as came up. I decided to have a go with the

pick that Donny had left. I started in the middle again and applied the same principle. I

made a small hole, then enlarged it as I moved around. Sometimes the pick would hit a

hard rock and the vibration of the blow would send the same vibration shattering up my

arms.

Once I reached the outside circle again I cleaned out the loose dirt and surveyed the

now little bit deeper hole. A minutes rest and I started from the center again. No easier

way of digging would come to mind so once that became clear to me I threw myself into

the job with a great deal of determination!

As the morning wore on, the large hole got slowly deeper. The hot sun was now

beginning to rise in the sky. Sweat was starting to pour out of my forehead and a gentle

breeze blew the fine red dust over my face. By noontime, I was halfway there! The large

hole was three and a half feet deep and the sides were perfectly straight.

I took a rest for half an hour to eat a couple of sandwiches I’d got from the Hotel

kitchen. After a smoke, I jumped down into the hole to start the afternoons’ session. It

was much harder now as the sun was really hot! It must have been 115 degrees down in

the hole.

The ground was not getting any softer and the dirt had to be thrown up in the air and

over the side so it didn’t roll back in on top of me. By 7 O’clock that evening, the hole

was seven feet deep and nine feet wide. The sides were as straight as a die!

“G’day.”, said Donny as he peered down into the hole. “Grand streuth chummy, ya

finished it mate!”

“Right on seven feet!”, I said as I looked up at him from down in the hole.

“You’re a bloody little beauty chummy! I didn’t think ya stood a mongrel dogs’ chance

of finishing that today!”

“I told ya I could do it. Good-looking hole, mate eh?”

“Not bad chummy. It’s a pity we’re gonna fill it with shit! How ya gonna git out ‘a the

hole?”, he said, with a big grin.

“Give us a pull up mate or I’ll be here all night.”

Once I got out of the hole, I said to him “So I’ve got a job in the sheds with ya now,

mate?”

“Tell ya what, Chummy, ya can work in the sheds with me anytime I’ve got work. Any

man who can dig a hole that big and deep in one day is good enough for me, sport.

You’re a better man than most of those lazy bastards that sit around the bar all day. They

ask me for a job and I take ‘em out and they’re too crook from the grog to do any good!”

“Will ya teach me to shear, mate?”

“If I get time I will and if not one of the other blokes will!”

Although I was knackered from the days work, the thought of working in the sheds

and learning to shear put a shit-eating grin on my face for the rest of the evening.

A couple of days later I saw Don in Twitcheys bar.

“Ya got a start tomorrow if ya want it, chummy!”

“ ‘Course I want it! What time will ya pick me up?”

“Be ready at six. I’ll pick ya up on mi way past.”

“How many days will ya have for me?”

“Two days this week then we’ll start on a new shed next week. It should go for three weeks.”

This is an introduction to the Mercurial World of Guru Om. He will fascinate your mind and bring you to understandings that you may have never even imagined.



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