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After a while Dwyer walked over the 〃cultivation〃； and looked at it hard； then scraped a hole with the heel of his boot； spat； and said he did n't think the corn would ever come up。 Dan slid off his perch at this； and Dave let the flies eat his leg nearly off without seeming to feel it； but Dad argued it out。
〃Orright； orright；〃 said Dwyer； 〃I hope it do。〃
Then Dad went on to speak of places he knew of where they preferred hoes to a plough for putting corn in with； but Dwyer only laughed and shook his head。
〃Dn him！〃 Dad muttered； when he had gone； 〃what rot！ WON'T COME UP！〃
Dan； who was still thinking hard； at last straightened himself up and said HE did n't think it was any use either。 Then Dad lost his temper。
〃No USE？〃 he yelled； 〃you whelp； what do you know about it？〃
Dan answered quietly： 〃On'y this； that it's nothing but tomfoolery； this hoe business。〃
〃How would you do it then？〃 Dad roared； and Dan hung his head and tried to button his buttonless shirt wrist…band while he thought。
〃With a plough；〃 he answered。
Something in Dad's throat prevented him saying what he wished； so he rushed at Dan with the hoe； butwas too slow。
Dan slept outside that night。
No sooner was the grain sown than it rained。 How it rained！ for weeks！ And in the midst of it all the corn came upevery grain…and proved Dwyer a bad prophet。 Dad was in high spirits and promised each of us somethingnew boots all round。
The corn continued to growso did our hopes； but a lot faster。 Pulling the suckers and 〃heeling it up〃 with hoes was but child's playwe liked it。 Our thoughts were all on the boots； 'twas months months since we had pulled on a pair。 Every night； in bed； we decided twenty times over whether they would be lace…ups or bluchers； and Dave had a bottle of 〃goanna〃 oil ready to keep his soft with。
Dad now talked of going up countryas Mother put it； 〃to keep the wolf from the door〃while the four acres of corn ripened。 He went； and returned on the day Tom and Bill were borntwins。 Maybe his absence did keep the wolf from the door； but it did n't keep the dingoes from the fowl…house！
Once the corn ripened it did n't take long to pull it； but Dad had to put on his considering…cap when we came to the question of getting it in。 To hump it in bags seemed inevitable till Dwyer asked Dad to give him a hand to put up a milking…yard。 Then Dad's chance came； and he seized it。
Dwyer； in return for Dad's labour； carted in the corn and took it to the railway…station when it was shelled。 Yes； when it WAS shelled！ We had to shell it with our hands； and what a time we had！ For the first half…hour we did n't mind it at all； and shelled cob after cob as though we liked it； but next day； talk about blisters！ we could n't close our hands for them； and our faces had to go without a wash for a fortnight。
Fifteen bags we got off the four acres； and the storekeeper undertook to sell it。 Corn was then at 12 shillings and 14 shillings per bushel； and Dad expected a big cheque。
Every day for nearly three weeks he trudged over to the store （five miles） and I went with him。 Each time the storekeeper would shake his head and say 〃No word yet。〃
Dad could n't understand。 At last word did come。 The storekeeper was busy serving a customer when we went in； so he told Dad to 〃hold on a bit〃。
Dad felt very pleasedso did I。
The customer left。 The storekeeper looked at Dad and twirled a piece of string round his first finger； then said〃Twelve pounds your corn cleared； Mr。 Rudd； but； of course〃 （going to a desk） 〃there's that account of yours which I have credited with the amount of the chequethat brings it down now to just three pound； as you will see by the account。〃
Dad was speechless； and looked sick。
He went home and sat on a block and stared into the fire with his chin resting in his hands； till Mother laid her hand upon his shoulder and asked him kindly what was the matter。 Then he drew the storekeeper's bill from his pocket； and handed it to her； and she too sat down and gazed into the fire。
That was OUR first harvest。
Chapter III。
Before We Got The Deeds
Our selection adjoined a sheep…run on the Darling Downs； and boasted of few and scant improvements； though things had gradually got a little better than when we started。 A verandahless four…roomed slab…hut now standing out from a forest of box…trees； a stock…yard； and six acres under barley were the only evidence of settlement。 A few horsesnot ourssometimes grazed about； and occasionally a mob of cattlealso not ourscows with young calves； steers； and an old bull or two； would stroll around； chew the best legs of any trousers that might be hanging on the log reserved as a clothes…line； then leave in the night and be seen no more for monthssome of them never。
And yet we were always out of meat！
Dad was up the country earning a few poundsthe corn drove him up when it did n't bring what he expected。 All we got out of it was a bag of flourI do n't know what the storekeeper got。 Before he left we put in the barley。 Somehow； Dad did n't believe in sowing any more crops； he seemed to lose heart； but Mother talked it over with him； and when reminded that he would soon be entitled to the deeds he brightened up again and worked。 How he worked！
We had no plough； so old Anderson turned over the six acres for us； and Dad gave him a pound an acreat least he was to send him the first six pounds got up country。 Dad sowed the seed； then he； Dan and Dave yoked themselves to a large dry bramble each and harrowed it in。 From the way they sweated it must have been hard work。 Sometimes they would sit down in the middle of the paddock and 〃spell〃 but Dad would say something about getting the deeds and they'd start again。
A cockatoo…fence was round the barley； and wire…posts； a long distance apart； round the grass…paddock。 We were to get the wire to put in when Dad sent the money； and apply for the deeds when he came back。 Things would be different then； according to Dad； and the farm would be worked properly。 We would break up fifty acres； build a barn； buy a reaper； ploughs； cornsheller； get cows and good horses； and start two or three ploughs。 Meanwhile； if we （Dan； Dave and I） minded the barley he was sure there'd be something got out of it。
Dad had been away about six weeks。 Travellers were passing by every day； and there was n't one that did n't want a little of something or other。 Mother used to ask them if they had met Dad？ None ever did until an old grey man came along and said he knew Dad wellhe had camped with him one night and shared a damper。 Mother was very pleased and brought him in。 We had a kangaroo…rat （stewed） for dinner that day。 The girls did n't want to lay it on the table at first； but Mother said he would n't know what it was。 The traveller was very hungry and liked it； and when passing his plate the second time for more； said it was n't often he got any poultry。
He tramped on again； and the girls were very glad he did n't know it was a rat。 But Dave was n't so sure that he did n't know a rat from a rooster； and reckoned he had n't met Dad at all。
The seventh week Dad came back。 He arrived at night； and the lot of us had to get up to find the hammer to knock the peg out of the door and let him in。 He brought home three poundsnot enough to get the wire with； but he also brought a horse and saddle。 He did n't say if he bought them。 It was a bay mare； a grand animal for a journeyso Dad saidand only wanted condition。 Emelina； he called her。 No mistake； she was a quiet mare！ We put her where there was good feed； but she was n't one that fattened on grass。 Birds took kindly to hercrows mostlyand she could n't go anywhere but a flock of them accompanied her。 Even when Dad used to ride her （Dan or Dave never rode her） they used to follow； and would fly on ahead to wait in a tree and 〃caw〃 when he was passing beneath。
One morning when Dan was digging potatoes for dinnersplendid potatoes they were； too； Dad said； he had only once tasted sweeter ones； but they were grown in a cemeteryhe found the kangaroos had been in the barley。 We knew what THAT meant； and that night made fires round it； thinking to frighten them off； but did n'tmobs of them were in at daybreak。 Dad swore from the house at them； but they took no notice； and when he ran down； they just hopped over the fence and sat looking at him。 Poor Dad！ I do n't know if he was knocked up or if he did n't know any more； but he stopped swearing and sat on a stump looking at a patch of barley they had destroyed； and shaking his head。 Perhaps he was thinking if he only had a dog！ We did have one until he got a bait。 Old Crib！ He was lying under the table at supper…time when he took the first fit； and what a fright we got！ He must have reared before stiffening out； because he capsized the table into Mother's lap； and everything on it smashed except the tin…plates and the pints。 The lamp fell on Dad； too； and the melted fat scalded his arm。 Dad dragged Crib out and cut off his tail and ears； but he might as well have taken off his head。
Dad stood with his back to the fire while Mother was putting a stitch in his trousers。 〃There's