
by Henry Lawson
You remember when we hurried home from the old bush school how we were sometimes startled by a bearded apparition, who smiled kindly down on us, and whom our mother introduced, as we raked off our hats, as "An old mate of your father's on the diggings, Johnny."
<p><i>While the Billy Boils</i> collates <a href="https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/henry-lawson">Henry Lawson’s</a> most well known short stories of the 1890s, originally published in a variety of Australian and New Zealand newspapers—most prominently the Sydney <i>Bulletin</i>. Lawson presents a satirical and sometimes emotional study of frontier life in late colonial Australia, and the characters living in it.</p>

17 June 1867 – 2 September 1922
> **Andy's Gone With Cattle** > > Our Andy's gone to battle now > 'Gainst Drought, the red marauder; > Our Andy's gone with cattle now > Across the Queensland border. > > He's left us in dejection now; Our > hearts with him are roving. It's dull > on this selection now, Since Andy went > a-droving. > > Who now shall wear the cheerful face > In times when things are slackest? And > who shall whistle round the place When > Fortune frowns her blackest? > > Oh, who shall cheek the squatter now > When he comes round us snarling? His > tongue is growing hotter now Since > Andy cross'd the Darling. > > The gates are out of order now, In > storms the `riders' rattle…
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