Poisonous Jimmy Gets Left | |
Author | Henry Lawson |
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Published |
1890
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Language | English |
Nationality | Australian |
Genre | Australian Literature |
1890 Short Story
Poisonous Jimmy Gets Left
Poisonous Jimmy Gets Left is an English Australian Literature short story by Australian writer Henry Lawson. It was first published in 1890.
Poisonous Jimmy Gets Left
by Henry Lawson
I. Dave Regans Yarn
WHEN we got tired of digging about Mudgee-Budgee, and getting no gold, said Dave Regan, Bushman, me and my mate, Jim Bently, decided to take a turn at droving; so we went with Bob Baker, the drover, overland with a big mob of cattle, way up into Northern Queensland. We couldnt get a job on the home track, and we spent most of our money, like a pair of fools, at a pub. at a town way up over the border, where they had a flash barmaid from Brisbane. We sold our pack-horses and pack-saddles, and rode out of that town with our swags on our riding-horses in front of us. We had another spree at another place, and by the time we got near New South Wales we were pretty well stumped.
Just the other side of Mulgatown, near the border, we came on a big mob of cattle in a paddock, and a party of drovers camped on the creek. They had brought the cattle down from the north and were going no farther with them; their boss had ridden on into Mulgatown to get the cheques to pay them off, and they were waiting for him.
And Poisonous Jimmy is waiting for us, said one of them.
Poisonous Jimmy kept a shanty a piece along the road from their camp towards Mulgatown. He was called Poisonous Jimmy perhaps on account of his liquor, or perhaps because he had a job of poisoning dingoes on a station in the Bogan scrubs at one time. He was a sharp publican. He had a girl, and they said that whenever a shearing-shed cut-out on his side and he saw the shearers coming along the road, hed say to the girl, Run and get your best frock on, Mary! Heres the shearers comin. And if a chequeman wouldnt drink hed try to get him into his bar and shout for him till he was too drunk to keep his hands out of his pockets.
But he wont get us, said another of the drovers. Im going to ride straight into Mulgatown and send my money home by the post as soon as I get it.
Youve always said that, Jack, said the first drover.
We yarned a while, and had some tea, and then me and Jim got on our horses and rode on. We were burned to bricks and ragged and dusty and parched up enough, and so were our horses. We only had a few shillings to carry us four or five hundred miles home, but it was mighty hot and dusty, and we felt that we must have a drink at the shanty. This was west of the sixpenny-line at that time all drinks were a shilling along here.
Just before we reached the shanty I got an idea.
Well plant our swags in the scrub, I said to Jim.
What for? said Jim.
Never mindyoull see, I said.
So we unstrapped our swags and hid them in the mulga scrub by the side of the road; then we rode on to the shanty, got down, and hung our horses to the verandah posts.
Poisonous came out at once, with a smile on him that would have made anybody home-sick.
He was a short nuggety man, and could use his hands, they said; he looked as if hed be a nasty, vicious, cool customer in a fight he wasnt the sort of man youd care to try and swindle a second time. He had a monkey shave when he shaved, but now it was all frill and stubble like a bush fence round a stubble-field. He had a broken nose, and a cunning, sharp, suspicious eye that squinted, and a cold stony eye that seemed fixed. If you didnt know him well you might talk to him for five minutes, looking at him in the cold stony eye, and then discover that it was the sharp cunning little eye that was watching you all the time. It was awful embarrassing. It must have made him awkward to deal with in a fight.
Good day, mates, he said.
Good day, we said.
Its hot.
Its hot.
We went into the bar, and Poisonous got behind the counter.
What are you going to have? he asked, rubbing up his glasses with a rag.
We had two long-beers.
Never mind that, said Poisonous, seeing me put my hand in my pocket; its my shout. I dont suppose your boss is back yet? I saw him go in to Mulgatown this morning.
No, he aint back, I said; I wish he was. Were getting tired of waiting for him. Well give him another hour, and then some of us will have to ride in to see whether hes got on the boose, and get hold of him if he has.
I suppose youre waiting for your cheques? he said, turning to fix some bottles on the shelf.
Yes, I said, we are; and I winked at Jim, and Jim winked back as solemn as an owl.
Poisonous asked us all about the trip, and how long wed been on the track, and what sort of a boss we had, dropping the questions offhand now an then, as for the sake of conversation. We could see that he was trying to get at the size of our supposed cheques, so we answered accordingly.
Have another drink, he said, and he filled the pewters up again. Its up to me, and he set to work boring out the glasses with his rag, as if he was short-handed and the bar was crowded with customers, and screwing up his face into what I suppose he considered an innocent or unconscious expression. The girl began to sidle in and out with a smart frock and a see-you-after-dark smirk on.
Have you had dinner? she asked. We could have done with a good meal, but it was too riskythe drovers boss might come along while we were at dinner and get into conversation with Poisonous. So we said wed had dinner.
Poisonous filled our pewters again in an offhand way.
I wish the boss would come, said Jim with a yawn. I want to get into Mulgatown to-night, and I want to get some shirts and things before I go in. I aint got a decent rag to me back. I dont suppose theres ten bob amongst the lot of us.
There was a general store back on the creek, near the drovers camp.
Oh, go to the store and get what you want, said Poisonous, taking a sovereign from the till and tossing it on to the counter. You can fix it up with me when your boss comes. Bring your mates along.
Thank you, said Jim, taking up the sovereign carelessly and dropping it into his pocket.
Well, Jim, I said, suppose we get back to camp and see how the chaps are getting on?
All right, said Jim.
Tell them to come down and get a drink, said Poisonous; or, wait, you can take some beer along to them if you like, and he gave us half a gallon of beer in a billy-can. He knew what the first drink meant with Bushmen back from a long dry trip.
We got on our horses, I holding the billy very carefully, and rode back to where our swags were.
I say, said Jim, when wed strapped the swags to the saddles, suppose we take the beer back to those chaps: its meant for them, and its only a fair thing, anywayweve got as much as we can hold till we get into Mulgatown.
It might get them into a row, I said, and they seem decent chaps. Lets hang the billy on a twig, and that old swagman thats coming along will think theres angels in the Bush.
Oh! whats a row? said Jim. They can take care of themselves; theyll have the beer anyway and a lark with Poisonous when they take the can back and it comes to explanations. Ill ride back to them.
So Jim rode back to the drovers camp with the beer, and when he came back to me he said that the drovers seemed surprised, but they drank good luck to him.
We rode round through the mulga behind the shanty and came out on the road again on the Mulgatown side: we only stayed at Mulgatown to buy some tucker and tobacco, then we pushed on and camped for the night about seven miles on the safe side of the town.
II. Told by One of the Other Drovers
TALKIN o Poisonous Jimmy, I can tell you a yarn about him. Wed brought a mob of cattle down for a squatter the other side of Mulgatown. We camped about seven miles the other side of the town, waitin for the station hands to come and take charge of the stock, while the boss rode on into town to draw our money. Some of us was goin back, though in the end we all went into Mulgatown and had a boose up with the boss. But while we was waitin there come along two fellers that had been drovin up north. They yarned a while, an then went on to Poisonous Jimmys place, an in about an hour one on em come ridin back with a can of beer that he said Poisonous had sent for us. We all knew Jimmys little games the beer was a bait to get us on the drunk at his place; but we drunk the beer, and reckoned to have a lark with him afterwards. When the boss come back, an the station hands to take the bullocks, we started into Mulgatown. We stopped outside Poisonouss place an handed the can to the girl that was grinnin on the verandah. Poisonous come out with a grin on him like a parson with a broken nose. Good day, boys! he says.
Good day, Poisonous, we says.
Its hot, he says.
Its blanky hot, I says.
He seemed to expect us to get down. Where are you off to? he says.
Mulgatown, I says. It will be cooler there, and we sung out, So-long, Poisonous! and rode on.
He stood starin for a minute; then he started shoutin, Hi! hi there! after us, but we took no notice, an rode on. When we looked back last he was runnin into the scrub with a bridle in his hand.
We jogged along easily till we got within a mile of Mulgatown, when we heard somebody gallopin after us, an lookin back we saw it was Poisonous.
He was too mad and too winded to speak at first, so he rode along with us a bit gasping: then he burst out.
Wheres them other two carnal blanks? he shouted.
What other two? I asked. Were all here. Whats the matter with you anyway?
All here! he yelled. Youre a lurid liar! What the flamin sheol do you mean by swiggin my beer an flingin the coloured can in me face? without as much as thank yer! Dyer think Im a flamin!
Oh, but Poisonous Jimmy was wild.
Well, well pay for your dirty beer, says one of the chaps, puttin his hand in his pocket. We didnt want yer slush. It tasted as if it had been used before.
Pay for it! yelled Jimmy. Illwell take it out of one of yer bleedin hides!
We stopped at once, and I got down an obliged Jimmy for a few rounds. He was a nasty customer to fight; he could use his hands, and was cool as a cucumber as soon as he took his coat off: besides, he had one squirmy little business eye, and a big wall-eye, an, even if you knowed him well, you couldnt help watchin the stony eye it was no good watchin his eyes, you had to watch his hands, and he might have managed me if the boss hadnt stopped the fight. The boss was a big, quiet-voiced man, that didnt swear.
Now, look here, Myles, said the boss (Jimmys name was Myles) Now, look here, Myles, sez the boss, whats all this about?
Whats all this about? says Jimmy, gettin excited agen. Why, two fellers that belonged to your party come along to my place an put up half-a-dozen drinks, an borrered a sovereign, an got a can o beer on the strength of their cheques. They sez they was waitin for youan I want my crimson money out o some one!
What was they like? asks the boss.
Like? shouted Poisonous, swearin all the time. One was a blanky long, sandy, sawny feller, and the other was a short, slim feller with black hair. Your blanky men knows all about them because they had the blanky billy o beer.
Now, whats this all about, you chaps? sez the boss to us.
So we told him as much as we knowed about them two fellers.
Ive heard men swear that could swear in a rough shearin-shed, but I never heard a man swear like Poisonous Jimmy when he saw how hed been left. It was enough to split stumps. He said he wanted to see those fellers, just once, before he died.
He rode with us into Mulgatown, got mad drunk, an started out along the road with a tomahawk after the long sandy feller and the slim dark feller; but two mounted police went after him an fetched him back. He said he only wanted justice; he said he only wanted to stun them two fellers till he could give em in charge.
They fined him ten bob.