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Far
too
intelligent
to
pretend
there
was
nothing
causing
his
brown
study
,
Father
Ralph
gave
his
master-to-be
as
penetrating
a
look
as
he
was
receiving
,
then
smiled
faintly
and
shrugged
his
shoulders
,
as
if
to
say
:
Every
man
has
sadness
in
him
,
and
it
is
no
sin
to
remember
a
grief
.
"
Tell
me
,
Father
,
has
the
sudden
slump
in
economic
affairs
affected
your
charge
?
"
the
Italian
prelate
asked
smoothly
.
"
So
far
we
have
nothing
to
worry
about
,
Your
Grace
.
Michar
Limited
is
n't
easily
affected
by
fluctuations
in
the
market
.
I
should
imagine
those
whose
fortunes
are
less
carefully
invested
than
Mrs.
Carson
's
are
the
ones
who
stand
to
lose
the
most
.
Of
course
the
station
Drogheda
wo
n't
do
as
well
;
the
price
of
wool
is
falling
.
However
,
Mrs.
Carson
was
too
clever
to
sink
her
money
into
rural
pursuits
;
she
preferred
the
solidity
of
metal
.
Though
to
my
mind
this
is
an
excellent
time
to
buy
land
,
not
only
stations
in
the
country
but
houses
and
buildings
in
the
major
cities
.
Prices
are
ridiculously
low
,
but
they
ca
n't
remain
low
forever
.
I
do
n't
see
how
we
can
lose
on
real
estate
in
years
to
come
if
we
buy
now
.
The
Depression
will
be
over
one
day
.
"
"
Quite
,
"
said
the
Archbishop
Papal
Legate
.
So
not
only
was
Father
de
Bricassart
something
of
a
diplomat
,
he
was
also
something
of
a
businessman
as
well
!
Truly
Rome
had
better
keep
her
eye
upon
him
.
But
it
was
1930
,
and
Drogheda
knew
all
about
the
Depression
.
Men
were
out
of
work
all
over
Australia
.
Those
who
could
stopped
paying
rent
and
tying
themselves
down
to
the
futility
of
looking
for
work
when
there
was
none
.
Left
to
fend
alone
,
wives
and
children
lived
in
humpies
on
municipal
land
and
queued
for
the
dole
;
fathers
and
husbands
had
gone
tramping
.
A
man
stowed
his
few
essentials
inside
his
blanket
,
tied
it
with
thongs
and
slung
it
across
his
back
before
setting
out
on
the
track
,
hoping
at
least
for
handouts
of
food
from
the
stations
he
crossed
,
if
not
employment
.
Humping
a
bluey
through
the
Outback
beat
sleeping
in
the
Sydney
Domain
.
The
price
of
food
was
low
,
and
Paddy
stocked
the
Drogheda
pantries
and
storehouses
to
overflowing
.
A
man
could
always
be
sure
of
having
his
tuckerbag
filled
when
he
arrived
on
Drogheda
.
The
strange
thing
was
that
the
parade
of
drifters
constantly
changed
;
once
full
of
a
good
hot
meal
and
loaded
with
provisions
for
the
track
,
they
made
no
attempt
to
remain
,
but
wandered
on
in
search
of
only
they
knew
what
.
Not
every
place
was
as
hospitable
or
generous
as
Drogheda
by
any
means
,
which
only
added
to
the
puzzle
of
why
men
on
the
track
seemed
not
to
want
to
stay
.
Perhaps
the
weariness
and
the
purposelessness
of
having
no
home
,
no
place
to
go
,
made
them
continue
to
drift
.
Most
managed
to
live
,
some
died
and
if
found
were
buried
before
the
crows
and
pigs
picked
their
bones
clean
.
The
Outback
was
a
huge
place
,
and
lonely
.
But
Stuart
was
permanently
in
residence
again
,
and
the
shotgun
was
never
far
from
the
cookhouse
door
.
Good
stockmen
were
easy
to
come
by
,
and
Paddy
had
nine
single
men
on
his
books
in
the
old
jackaroo
barracks
,
so
Stuart
could
be
spared
from
the
paddocks
.
Fee
stopped
keeping
cash
lying
about
,
and
had
Stuart
make
a
camouflaged
cupboard
for
the
safe
behind
the
chapel
altar
.
Few
of
the
swaggies
were
bad
men
.
Bad
men
preferred
to
stay
in
the
cities
and
the
big
country
towns
,
for
life
on
the
track
was
too
pure
,
too
lonely
and
scant
of
pickings
for
bad
men
.
Yet
no
one
blamed
Paddy
for
not
wanting
to
take
chances
with
his
women
;
Drogheda
was
a
very
famous
name
,
and
might
conceivably
attract
what
few
undesirables
there
were
on
the
track
.
That
winter
brought
bad
storms
,
some
dry
,
some
wet
,
and
the
following
spring
and
summer
brought
rain
so
heavy
that
Drogheda
grass
grew
lusher
and
longer
than
ever
.
Jims
and
Patsy
were
plowing
through
their
correspondence
lessons
at
Mrs.
Smith
's
kitchen
table
,
and
chattered
now
of
what
it
would
be
like
when
it
was
time
to
go
to
Riverview
,
their
boarding
school
.
But
Mrs.
Smith
would
grow
so
sharp
and
sour
at
such
talk
that
they
learned
not
to
speak
of
leaving
Drogheda
when
she
was
within
hearing
distance
.
