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Title: Pages from the journal of a Queensland squatter
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: De Satgé, Oscar, b. 1836
Subjects: Queensland -- Description and travel
Publisher: London : Hurst and Blackett, Limited
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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ed by the river ofthat name, till it became the Darling after its junctionwith the Barwan. All this country was divided intogood cattle stations, having from 10 to 15 milesfrontage to the river, either on one side or theother, and perhaps 20 miles back, but seldomtaking in both sides. These stations were generallypretty bare on the river frontage, owing to thecattle feeding and lying about near the water;but further back from the river the country gotmore grassy, with plenty of mayall and saltbush, agreat deal of which has now disappeared, butwhich in old days turned out the primest cattle forthe Sydney markets. There were hardly any sheep west of Gurley inthose days. These cattle stations were mostlyowned by well-to-do old colonists living in andaround Sydney, Richmond and the Hawkesbury,Bathurst and so on, who were content to inspecttheir properties once a year, to decide on the fatstock to be taken off when ripe for market, but wholeft the general charge of the station to smart 118
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L NATIVl. lil.ACK. I.nWI.K NAMOl. N.S.W, A TRIP TO THE DARLING. responsible stockmen, who worked the station withblack boys. These boys had wives, or black gins,who generally did the honours of the stockmanshut, and that with no little grace and good humour,furnishing generally a good feed, of prime beef anddamper, to the hungry traveller, whether he camefrom up or down the river. There were few paddocks in those days, and wegenerally camped for good feed, as far away fromhead stations as we could. Our tent was a strongcalico fly, open at both ends, our saddles and packsoccupying the centre, and ourselves taking one endand the black boys the other. With plenty ofleaves from the sandal-wood or emu bush, and awaterproof sheet to keep out the damp, with a goodpair of blankets to boot, we lay very comfortableand snug. Our first stage of 150 miles to Walgett, then awretched-looking place, brought us to a couple ofprimitive public-houses and a very expensive store,where we renewed our suppl

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