Crossing the Nullahbor

The very first time I crossed the Nullarbor was with my Step Father Jim we called him Pop my Mother and five kids, I was 9 years old, Pop bought a second hand 1939 Vauxhall in Adelaide, it had running boards on the side and Pop fixed this rail, (concertina gate) onto the running boards, and we couldn’t open the doors and had to climb out the windows, as cases were stacked between them and the doors, there was also a roof rack packed with cases and gear, we were two weeks on the road, imagine five kids and luggage crammed into a small car don't remember the whole trip, apart from a few memory's about particular events. Eucla was one of them, it was when Eucla was down on the breakaway closer to the coast, now it has been relocated up on top of the breakaways, Eucla was the original telephone base from the early explorers, the sand dunes were like silk, pop took us to the water’s edge through the dunes, i lost sight of him and thought i was lost, we slept in a big Hall, and the sand was right up to the wall of this hall, i remember hearing someone say it would be covered with sand in a very short time, it was also supposed to be haunted. Also another memorable place was the Nullarbor Homestead, we could see this home and sheds in the distance, as we must have needed fuel being such a long way from any town , gas stations were not heard of on the Nullarbor, fuel came in 44 gallon drums, we drove into the homestead and they made us very welcome invited us inside ,we all sat around the large table and ate a hearty meal, i believe times have changed, what you will see on gates today is a sign Keep Out, private property. Since this crossing i have driven overland nine times.

My first experience of driving overland was the most difficult and tense, I had a mate with me, Barry Taylor we both lived in Medina WA we met at the front of a local shop after it had closed for the day,  Barry was the sort of young bloke who could make friends with the young kids and those about our age in Medina, he was a bit of a leader full of confidence, I had a FJ Holden at this time, I decided to go east and somehow Barry decided to go with me and share expenses, we planned to work our way around the Eastern States, first stopping off in Adelaide and later going on to Melbourne, then on to Sydney, before we left he asked me if another mate of his Sidney Kaporn could come with us, so it looked like being an exciting trip, and it was a real experience. after leaving Norseman a sign post said this is the last reliable water supply for 600 miles, The road from Norseman to Port Augusta was unsealed and it was a hell road full of potholes, bull-dust and corrugation’s, Wombats and kangaroos were dead on the side of the road and  hundreds of rabbits crossing our path. The corrugations were so bumpy an my Holden fJ it shook the bolts off that held the radiator to the body, miles from know where, and me being experienced and bought up on a farm always carried with me a pair of pliers and fencing wire, so I wired the Radiator to the body of the FJ and it held out for the rest of the trip. The trip was very tense for me as it was my car, and I felt when Barry or Syd were driving they didn’t avoid the potholes and couldn’t drive as well or take the same care as I did.
My Brother Laurie was in Adelaide when we arrived, he found us a place to stay two rooms in an old boarding house, Barry tossed a coin, heads or tails to choose in what room we would sleep, and i scored a single room, this was the finish of our adventure, i believe it was meant to be this way, for a good reason, that night Syd and Barry got talking and the next day decided to go on to Melbourne, this wasn’t our plan as Barry and me were going to work in Adelaide first then decide where we would go at a later date, I lost touch with Barry but caught up with him at a later date, he was living with his Uncle, I was shearing around Geelong so I  looked him up one week end, he said Syd didn’t stay very long and went back to Perth, soon after arriving in Melbourne, Later I was pleased I had split with Barry as I realized it was better to travel alone, you don’t have to answer to other people or plan your life around there needs, I also decided to go back Shearing,                    

Every time I drove across the Nullarbor was a unique experience, nine times in all, this particular trip in my F.J. Holden my pride and joy. The Nullarbor had several gates, and they had to be opened and closed so as to stop the livestock from going through, one of the gates I stopped to open, and at the same time another vehicle stopped on the other side I was driving East and he was driving West, the other driver wasn’t getting out to open the gate so I decided it was going to be me, on opening the gate the other driver with ACT plates drove through, as he did he said to me, I’m from Canberra, I thought to myself and you can get stuffed mate you cheeky prick.

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My First and Last trip toTasmania

My first trip to Tasmania

Driving a new E.J. Holden station wagon, I booked my car on to the large vehicle transport ferry Princess of Tasmania, from Melbourne to Devonport on the north coast of Tasmania, my life was on a roll, with a new Holden, my first trip to Tasmania, considered to be a gun shearer, and a shed to go to with United Grazers shearing contractors, arriving in Launceston i met with a couple of other shearers who directed me to the Victoria Hotel, they said that was the hotel where all the shearers drank and usually met on the weekends, Bill Grieg the biggest and most respected contractor in Tasmania used it as his office, I met up with Bill and he offered me a job but I told him I already had a shearing run lined up with United Grazers, Bill was like a Father figure to all the Shearers, he had a key to the hotel.
The following day I was to begin shearing with United Grazers, my time with them was short, some of the shearer’s were trouble makers real union cranks, they didn’t want to start shearing for some petty reason, I hung around for a few days, then the next week was still the same, so I decided to pull out, I telephoned Bill Grieg and asked him for a job, after reasoning with him why I left United Grazers, he gave me a job out of Swansea on the East coast, I fell in love with Swansea and returned many times.
I remember one Sunday morning, a few other shearers and myself were having an early morning drink in one of the bedrooms at the Victoria Hotel, Launceston where we stayed on weekends, Bill poked his head in the door and made a fatherly comment, he would look at you like a father looking at a Son who has just got into mischief, but we all thought of him as a great bloke one of the best I have met.

The people in Tasmania at that time i thought were like a different race, or country a new breed different to Mainland Australians, some of the stories you here, One I remember, we were all sitting around a large table having our evening meal, in the farmers home where we were shearing, he was a tall lean looking character, dressed like a poor man and his speech was drooled, the house was nothing fancy a large room with a long wooden bench table, stories and jokes were being told by the shearers every time we sat down for a meal, then the Owner of the farm had his turn, he told us about someone who went to Hobart, he leaves off the H and pronounces it as Obart, from Swansea you drive down the east coast road to Hobart, you arrive at the Derwent River, Hobart can be seen on the other side, as the story goes this bloke arrived at the Derwent River where there is a small town, he stayed for the weekend, then he goes home and tells his friends he went to Hobart and Could see the light of Melbourne, actually he could see the lights of Hobart not Melbourne.
Since then they have built a Bridge over the Derwent River, the pillars are so tall out of the water like stilts, a ship could pass under it, when I first went to Hobart in 1963 they had a temporary floating bridge, one of my later trips I predicted a Ship would run into the Bridge and bring it down, my prediction came true years later.

My last trip to Tasmania

I had a brain wave to start a business manufacturing Shearers Trousers, and to do this we needed specialized side seam machines, they would have to be purchased in Melbourne,
I left Perth with my wife at that time, and baby Son Lance, I was driving a EA Ford Sdn.with a V8 motor, my plan was to find shearing in Victoria, buy a caravan then head down to Tasmania, with a few contacts I found a job shearing around Mansfield with a contractor named Harris, his Son John was supposedly a champion Shearer who won several competitions, well I mentioned to Harris I was looking for a Caravan and he said I have one you can buy, he was actually using it for his office and I don’t know why he would want to sell it, the only reason I could think of, he would make a good profit on the sale, on inspecting the Caravan, it was just what I wanted even better than I expected, with an Annex, TV Aerial, gas bottles, it was in very good condition, I immediately said yes I would buy it from him, and I gave him a Deposit, when the time came to pay the balance and pick it up, he had taken off the annex and TV aerial, the tight bastard, but i thought it was still a good deal, a couple of weeks later i drove to Melbourne on my way to Tasmania, we stayed at a caravan park near Melbourne. The lights on the Caravan did not synchronize with the Car so i had to change the wires on the coupling, and it was a cold wet night, this had to be done in the rain and was not an easy task. We were going to Tasmania the next day, on the transport ferry Princess of Tasmania so i had to fix the lights before i drove through Melbourne.
I sold the Caravan before leaving Tasmania for a profit, then i saw a boat on a farm and brought it back to Perth, i used the return ferry crossing for the boat and not the caravan, they didn't pick it up on the ticket, it was a windy day when we were embarking, and the breeze was blowing and the ticket was flapping, he overlooked the fact i was returning with a boat.

Buying a Boat in Tasmania and towing it back to Perth

Shearing at a shed on the East Coast between Swansea and Bicheno, and driving through the farm where I was Shearing on my way to town, i noticed a boat on a trailer siting in the paddock, looking like it had been  there for some time, asking around I found the owner with some difficulty and offered him 150 pounds with a little haggling we decided on 200 everyone happy I went back a few days later on my way to Launceston and picked it up, I was driving a EA Ford V8 son, very soon after hitching the trailer with the boat attached and was to learn it would be impossible to tow it any distance at a reasonable speed, as the trailer didn’t have any springs, it was jumping all over the road, so proceeding at about 10mph, I reached a small town called Cranbrook where I found someone who could fit a set of springs, leaving the trailer and arranging to pick it up at a later date, I proceeded onto Launceston where I spent most of my spare time, I was married at the time and my wife wasn’t impressed, after the shearing was finished in Tasmania I was going back to Perth as I came to Tasmania this time with a purpose to buy sewing machines in Melbourne, that is another part of my life I will explain in another chapter, well the trip from Tasmania with the trailer was unusual I guess, as I had to cross the Bass Strait on the Princess of Tasmania vehicle ferry with return ticket from Melbourne to Tasmania and return to Melbourne, the ticket was for a car and Caravan that I took to Tasmania, i sold the caravan, so preceding to embark with the boat, I was a bit apprehensive thinking I would have to pay for the Boat trailer, it was a cold wet and windy day so when the bloke inspected the ticket I held the corner of the ticket which was blowing in the wind and he didn’t see it was for a caravan. I used the boat to carry some of the extra luggage we had accumulated on the way; besides a heap of smoky quarts I had collected from a tin mine while shearing near Gladstone.
The lights weren’t working properly on the boat trailer, so sneaking my way through Melbourne we found a Caravan Park we rented a caravan and the following day we would go looking for sewing machines, we found the machines we were looking for and it was quite an experience to go through the company’s display and see all the different Sewing Machines, I don’t remember exactly what we did the proceeding days but I know we went to Millicent where my Brother was living, stayed there for over a week and I think our welcome was wearing a little thin, his wife Margaret would send her Daughter in quite often to ask us when we were leaving, so it was time to move on, back to Perth.

The drive overland crossing the Nullarbor

The boat and trailer towed well considering, I never had a spare wheel for the trailer as they were an odd size, larger than the ford I was driving, and guess what, yes, I had a flat tire on the trailer, lucky me the spare wheel on the ford fitted perfectly except for the boat wheel being a larger size the trailer was leaning to one side, everywhere we pulled up for petrol we were getting funny looks and smiles but nobody was game to make any comments, I was probably the first person to tow a boat over the Nullarbor, especially without a spare wheel, it wasn’t till we arrived in Norseman that I was able to find a second hand tire and wheel that fitted the ford and trailer.
We came across a care broken down on the Nullarbor, a lady and two children were waiting for her Husband to return, he had been gone for two days looking for parts to fix their car, they were without water so we gave them our spare water, they looked so destitute, and it was bloody hot.
Then we broke down, and a couple gave us a tow for about eighty miles to a garage, they wouldn't take any money, it turned out to be something simple i could have fixed, i didn’t tell them, because i would have looked stupid, we saw the funny side later, we talked about it how this would be a good way to travel free.

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The turning point of my life

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I was living on a farm with my step Fathers Mother, four Sisters and two Brothers at Perillup Western Australia, 30 miles west of Mt. Barker. 
My stepfather Jim we called him Pop, why I don't know, Pop was a prisoner of war, captured by the Germans and later transferred to the Italians, as a prisoner of war Veteran he was allocated a land settlement farm at Perillup, Western Australia. Well lets start with my first interesting experience and major turning point in my life, the day began with a telephone call from my sister Elaine a few days earlier, she had left home to work on a Farm cooking for the Carmody's a father and three Sons, she had only been there a few weeks, the farm was several miles east of Kulin, Western Australia, the call went something like this, they are Shearing here and i have been talking to the shed boss and they need a shed hand, a junior shed hands job is to pick up the wool after the Shearer has finished shearing the sheep, Elaine my Sister thinks the shed boss is interested  in her, so she kidded him along and asked him if he could give me a job in the shed, she said to me i believe they pay good money, i found out later for a junior shed hand the money i received per week was 17 pound, i don't remember what i was thinking at the time after the telephone call but i decided i would give it a go. My Sister being the kind and thoughtful person that she is was always there to to help others. I didn't have many cloths, no proper shoes to work in a shearing shed, no blankets but what little gear i did have would have to do, then i came to the conclusion what am i going to use to pack the few cloths i do have, the only suitable thing i could find that resembled a case was a radio in a little wooden box covered with black vynal with a hinged lid, as the radio wasn't working, i thought this will have to do, so i took the radio out and the little box was my case. Train from Mt Barker and arrived at the Kulin Train Station in the middle of the night, old man Carmody picked me up, someone else was there i think it was Morrie, one of the Sons, Carmody's were one of the early settlers in Kulin, we drove to the farmhouse, a big brick building very solid, it was the original building built in the early settlement days. The shearers had already gone to bed, every thing was dark, I had heard weird stories about shearers and my imagination run wild, the twenty miles drive from the train Station to the farm, all these crazy thoughts were going through my head, I'm going to have to sleep on the wool, or in the wool shed on bags, but as it turned out Morrie said i could sleep in his brothers bed on the veranda as he was away for a few days, the next morning i got up a bit late, the shearers had already started work at seven thirty, After having breakfast with my Sister, the shed Boss came looking for me, i think the main reason, he was trying to get on with my sister, we walked over to the shed, it was all so new to me. My first day was hell, the shearers treated the board boys (Rousies) like shit i nealy gave up, that evening i spoke with my Sister and told her how the shearers swore and used all the F words, i had never heard a swear word up to that time, i was horrified, but later on myself working with the shearer's I was becoming just as good as them at swearing and still use the F word quite often, i have to be very conscious of what im saying when I'm with other people, especially when i get a bit agro about something. Previously my only experience with shearer's was on our land settlement Farm, once a year a shearer would come and shear our sheep, and he was bloody rough compared with shearers i had met and worked with in my later life in the Shearing Teams. 
 Going back to the early years of my life, born in the Subiaco Childrens Hospital on 19th November 1941, Subiaco is a suburb of Perth the Capital city of Western Australia, I was one of eight children, third youngest from my Mothers first Marriage, Laurie, Elaine and myself, Mum remarried and had five more, three girls and two boys. Meryl, Colin, Jillian, Maureen and Ross. My Father had also remarried, and had a girl Sandra and boy Kimberly, i spent most of my life with my Mother and step father, My stepfather worked as a share farmer, during my younger life, we lived on many farms, throughout Western Australia, from what i can remember they were mostly good especially for us kids. Although we were a poor family i didn't think about money or where it came from or if we had enough to live, I didn't have many cloths, and seldom wore shoes, but we always had food on the table, i found out in later years Mum was always finding it difficult to keep us in food and clothing. at Christmas we always had presents, as hard up as we were. My step Father Jim we called him Pop would shoot kangaroos and Rabbits, one particular Farm we lived on in South Australia he would trap rabbits for a living and dry the skins to be sold to a trader who would pick them up about once a Month. Pop would set traps of an evening and i would walk around with him, wearing his long kaki ex army Coat, it was too big for me and almost touched the ground, some of the rabits had kittens (baby rabits) i would put them into the large pockets and take them home, at this time there were millions of rabbits in Australia. we also ate rabbits and kangaroos,  Mum made the best baked rabbit stew, Kangaroo tail soup, my favorit and Kangaroo steaks.  At thirteen years old on the farm at Perilup, the age where i was able to help around the Farm, my chores were to, chop the wood, drive the tractor, milk the cows, i also had a small vegetable garden, id dig a trench and empty the dunny into it for fertilizer, this wouldn't go too well in the city. My Mother, Pop and us kids lived on farms all over Western Australia, and for  short time in South Australia, that is another experience of my life i will write about in a later part of this story. Mum tallied up the places she lived while being married to Jim, was over 100, some of the towns we lived in that i can remember. Pingelly, Walgoorlin,  Moora, Mt. Barker, Perillup,  Perenjori my Mums home town, her father Bill Payne was a early settler in Perenjori. He cleared the farm with an axe and lived a very hard life, as most of the early settlers did.   
A short Story about a time i can remember living in Perenjori my Mothers Home town, i was probably about ten. My cousin Norman came to me and said lets go and get some wood, the wood most people used those days was malle roots from a short shrubby tree, most homes had stack's of them in there back yard, so we leave by the back fence, Norman pulled off a couple of pickets, we climbed through and headed across some vacant land with Norm's small rope drawn cart, we came to a picket fence at the back of some ones property, the same process pull off a couple of pickets and climb through, unbeknown to me at the time it was the local policeman's home, this didn't worry Norman he was up to this trick quite often, they wouldn't miss a few mallee roots in a large stack, as the picket fence behind the mallee roots were hidden, after loading the cart we replaced the pickets and headed home.    
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Wide Combs in Australia

WIDE COMBS   

I was the Instigator of wide combs finally being accepted and the cause of a big upset in the Shearing Industry in Australia
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through my Business trding name, New Westline Mail Order Company   1968 - 1993   Westline Enterprises

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Do you remember the Controversy over the Wide combs in the Shearing Industry In Australia in 1983, New Zealand Shearers were coming to Australia and bringing with them there Wide Combs 2.5inches, as they were used in New Zealand but not Australia at this time, although they were Manufactured in Australia they were banned from the Australian market by the AWU. This was causing a big problem in the shearing Industry as some Australian Shearers were using Wide Combs but most still used narrow combs, they could not get wide Combs easily, although they are banned here, many Australian shearers were wanting to changing to Wide Combs at this time.

A Sheep Shearer is a Man who uses a Hand-Powered Handpiece with a Comb and Cutter attached, to shear sheep and remove the wool.

 I was approached consistently by the New Zealand Shearer’s, asking me to import Wide Combs, I considered this request and decided to give it a go, I approached Ian Steel the Manager of Wrightson, in New Zealand, if he would Export the Wide Combs to me in Australia, he accepted my request and this was the beginning of what I didn’t realize at the time was going to create a Major upheaval in the Shearing Industry in Australia, the A.W.U. was narrow minded on this issue and would not accept the fact that the majority of the Shearer’s in Australia were considering using  wide combs.

I could see an opportunity to make a lot of money from this upheaval in Australia although I could also see it would be risky to take on the AWU, I will tell you about the problem with the Union later.

My arrangement with Ian Steel manager of Wrightson NZ to export wide combs at a  wholesale price continued for about two years, eventually the AWU put pressure on Wrightson’s to stop supplying me with the Wide Combs, sales of wide combs to the shearers in Australia  were increasing and I had a backlog of orders, it wasn’t just the New Zealand Shearer's who were now using wide combs, but the Ausi Shearers were also starting to realize how much easier it was to use them, but they couldn’t get them in Australia, at this time Wide Combs were banned by the AWU in Australia.

Eventually the Union put so much pressure on Ian Steel and he stop supplying me, I was worried as I had many orders and some were paid in advance, I had to find a way to continue supplying my customers, with a lot of thought I came up with a scheme how to overcome this dilemma, I phoned John Alan at Sunbeam Corporation, they supplied me with narrow gauge combs, I asked John if he would supply me with wide combs, firstly he could not see how this was possible, so I told him of my scheme, how it would possibly work, I would register another business name, this was NZA Enterprises, this would be the name the payments would be made from, then I would register a name in Singapore called SINGANASHE, this would be used as a decoy, the wide comb orders would be invoiced and shipped to this business in Singapore, the only problem he had with this is he would have to export them at export price, I had no problem with this that’s why I registered a name in Singapore.

How it all happened, I would send money to Sunbeam and telephone john I had sent the money, he would have the order processed and invoiced them as Electricals, delivery address Singanashe Singapore, John would call me and tell me when the Combs were  delivered to the Shipping Company, I would call the shipping company’s head Store-man  in Sydney and tell him to readdress the boxes of Electricals to their store at the airport in Western Australia as we have a large order going to Singapore from Perth, this was a white lie, the goods would be flown to their office in Perth by covering the address with a sheet of paper and re-addressing it to NZA Enterprises Perth,  this is what fooled the Union for two years. The combs were never delivered to Singapore, but Sunbeam and John Alan got a pat on the back from Doug Anthony the leader of the National Party, as he was the Minister for Trade. Unbeknown to them the Goods were never exported. Sunbeam got the Credit for all the extra Export Business that never happened. The reason for doing business this way was not to fool the Government but to put the Union off track.

  

The Union boys would hang around my Business, I’d see Jimmy Griffin standing outside, others came in and threatened me, but I stood my ground and continued selling Wide Combs, my sales became so great my shop was too small, there would be 80 to 100 shearers go through on a Saturday morning sometimes they would have to wait for a couple of hours, every invoice those days were written by hand. Because we were so busy the Union Boys were not game to approach me, New Zealand shearers would say to me if the Union give you any trouble they would handle them, it never came to that. I do remember telephoning Jim at his Office and saying to him the only way you would be able to stop me was to burn me out, but i know where all you Union Men live and you would get the same, I never had any intention of carrying it through as i didn't know where they lived it was just a bluff. Another day I called Jim and suggested we start another Union just to service the Shearing Industry as I had such a strong following and he could be in-charge. From then on the Union never gave me any more problems or threats.

The dispute was resolved by the decision of the Australian Conciliation and Industrial Commission,  to allow the use of the wide comb shears to be used in Australia.
The defeat of the AWU in the wide comb dispute has been widely cited as the cause of a decline in union membership and militancy amongst Australian shearers                               
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Yinetharra Station

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Yinetharra Station, Walking to Mt James


The day began as most days do on the weekend, with the cook bashing a pan to let everyone know breakfast was ready, Cooks were never seen to be mixing with the Shearers very often, they were individuals, i think the reason being they worked longer hours than the Shearers, seven days a week, they get up about 4:30 to prepare the days food, and still working into the evening washing dishes and preparing food for the next day, they would get agro if you criticize there cooking, some cooks were good others were tolerated. I did just that one morning, every morning Sago, (well known as frog’s eggs), i said to him what is this stuff, he chased me out of the kitchen with a knife, then told the boss i said what is this shit. It must have been in his mind,

As most mornings on the weekends, looking for something to do, sometimes lying on my bed reading a book, usually i spent most of mine fossicking around the country looking for rocks, Yinethara Station was good for this, i was told every mineral in Australia was on Yinethara.

About mid-morning a shearer called Tim was talking with me about the Mountain that could be seen in the distance, Mt James, he decided to walk to it without preparing anything, or telling anyone, without much thought I decided to go with him, Tim was about six foot tall, me five foot five, so you can imagine me trying to keep up with him.

The Mountain was Blue in the distance and looked to be not too far, so we head off in that direction, we walked and walked not knowing how far it was, going there wasn’t too bad, as the day got to mid-afternoon we decided it was too far, it still looked blue in the distance, so we headed back to camp, without water, i was getting very thirsty, my legs were heavy from walking as i was not us to walking such a long distance and trying to keep up with tall Tim, on the way back he lost me as i couldn’t walk at his pace. The day was quite hot now, I was getting dehydrated, finally i came onto a pool of water, it looked stagnant and not clean, but it was a life saver, animal tracks were all around, insects were buzzing over the top, without hesitation i got down on my knees and drank and drank, ahh that was good, not thinking what it might do to my gut, I continued on, what i thought was the general direction, not having any land marks to guide me, i felt a little lost, luckily for me i arrived back at the Station shearers quarters, exhausted and stuffed. That was a big lesson for me, and probably helps me in many ways on my future journey.
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My short Poem

Going back to where it began. Kulin W.A.

11th September-1957 I wrote this in my early days of being on the Shearing Team

A message from my Sister who called me and said.
Get your self up here there’s a job in the shed.
She cooked for the Carmody’s, and wasn’t it a job.
Cooking for a lot of men, for just a few bob.
So I packed my few clothes into a little radio box.
Shirt, trousers, cardigan, and a pair of socks.
I arrived at Kulin railway Station with no one to be seen.
Then old man Carmody rolled up in his limosine.
We drove for many miles and arrived at the Homestead.
It was late at night and the Shearers were asleep.
Morrie said stay here its late sleep in Phil’s bed.
The next day was my worst experience yet.
The first day on the board i can never forget
They stuck it into me they walked over the fleece.
They yelled and abused me and gave me no peace.
It was hell at the time and I felt like going home.
But with help from another rouse I carried on alone.
Alone I say because you get no support.
When you’re a junior rouse and you haven’t been taught.
I worked very hard I run my legs away.
Me and little Eddy the Gun Rouse of the day.
Later I heard Phill went off his head.
To find out a Rouse had been sleeping in his bed.
As time moved on I became pretty good.
I would pick up for six as any Gun Rouse should.
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