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On purchasing a gold mine whilst debt in debt and getting lucky – ‘Nobles Nob becoming one of the richest small gold mines in Australia’ We made many, many millions.
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I was two years old when Dr Aiken drove into the district in his new Renault, the first automobile in the district…
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In times of drought water brings us a major problem despite its essentiality, and this especially so where dams are the chief watering points, because as the waters recede the cattle have to tread over ground that is ever wetter and boggier and more difficult to cross. In their weakened condition cattle go down in this deep mud. Every day it is necessary to ride out and check these boggy dams and try to pull the cattle out.
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From the outback to the world.
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There’s no need to look at a machine to find what is twelve times twelve. The answer is indelibly there.
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People I can trust, people who have the same idea that I have about paying their way and having a bit of fun and the sky is still the limit and trees still grow and the seasons come and go and all of the beautiful things we've got around us, they're still here.
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My father’s people were Welsh, and the oppression of the burdened miners also shaped my genes.
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If I didn't do this I'd sit back and die. I was a prisoner in my own castle.
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In plaiting, one of the most intricate artifacts I know is the watch pouch, made from a single stand of leather, that Dollar Mick taught me in the camp at Ettalowie. Based on a knot of great detail, it is always a prized possession of its owner. Over the years I have made a number of these and given some to my sons as Christmas presents, together with special watches.
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I just wanted to see the wide world.
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There were blacksmith shops on every corner, something like petrol stations now.
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We contain our past. Unknown it might be, but it persists alive and urging.
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I bet John Elliott can't make a glass of beer… [Whereas R M Williams can make his own products.
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We used to grind our own wheat and cook rabbits and kangaroos.
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Before I was fourteen I planned to leave school forever, and trust to fortune to get an education. At that time it did not occur to me that I would need to study the English language and acquire a knowledge of geography, history and other subjects so necessary to understanding the modern world. That was to come many years later…
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The urge to get out and go it alone must be strong in most people, for the spirit of man answers to the blood of his ancestors.
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When you're living in the bush as a child, there's no television or no telephone, there's no neighbours and there's no talk much between people so you do, I suppose, develop to be more an individualist than probably you would now.
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The centre of Australia is a land almost without dew, therefore comfortable, and in spite of it’s dry bulldust, clean to those who know how to keep clean in it.
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We are sculptures in the making, just begun by the great Artist; not yet formed but indicative of what is to come.
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Any manual skill gives its practitioner much personal pleasure, particularly when it is one that admits of constant improvement.
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No man can judge before the end.
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I have seen lightning light fires in the long grass ahead of me as I have ridden. No wonder the Aborigines tremble when the sky rumbles!
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Dad’s home was more of a depot for his operations than a farm or a station. His life was centred on the horse business. He stabled his horses in a long open-fronted building with pillars. There were no stalls for them, just a long trough at the back where the stable was attached to the barn.
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Expediency has marked the road down which I have walked to dubious success, and always the pirate, the rebel, has shouted his advice over my shoulder while the faintest of lights pointed out a dim way.
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