Short Stories in Prose and Verse

A Typical Bush Yarn

Henry Lawson

THEY WERE two chaps named Gory and Blanky. They were tramping from Nevermineware to Smotherplace. Gory was a bad egg, and Blanky knew it; but they’d fallen in with each other on the track and agreed to travel together for the sake of company. Blanky had £25, which fact was known to Gory, who was stumped.

Every night Gory tried to get the money, which fact was known to Blanky, who never slept with more than one eye shut.

When their tracks divided, Gory said to Blanky:

“Look a-here! Where the deuce do you keep that stuff of yours? I’ve been tryin’ to get holt of it every night when you was asleep.”

“I know you have.” said Blanky.

“Well, where the blazes did you put it?”

“Under your head!”

“The —— you did!”

They grinned, shook hands, and parted; and Gory scratched his head very hard and very often as he tramped along the track.

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