and seeing a play every night. And I'd have been knocking around

amongst the big stations Out-Back, or maybe drinking myself to death

The Blacks didn't see me as I went by, ragged and dusty,

and with an old, nearly black, cabbage-tree hat drawn over my eyes.

I didn't care a damn for them, or any one else, at most times,

but I had moods when I felt things.

One of Black's big wool teams was just coming away from the shed,

and the driver, a big, dark, rough fellow, with some foreign blood in him,