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'I first met him in the main street of Bourke. I was lonely, and somewhat
frightened and home sick, and he was alone pacing the footpath up one side
and down the other. I watched him for a while, he seemed different to all the
others, busy tradesmen or bush town loafer[s]: and after following the full
length of the square I met him as he turned to retrace his steps. I said ‘Good
day mate’ and he looked up suddenly and had in his face the look of one who
was embarrassed at being caught day dreaming. After a searching look at me,
he replied ‘Hello have you been shanghaied too?’ and chuckled softly. I guessed
that it was my untanned skin, heavy winter clothing, and light laced up boots,
that gave him his cue. After I had explained to him that I was looking for a job
and that I had little or no money he said [‘]There are a couple of us camped in
a place just across the billabong [,] there’s room for you if you care to come.[’] I
did care to go, and that was the friendship that lasted a life time – As we were
passing a grocery store I went in and bought some tinned food and half a loaf
of bread. I was half afraid that he would have disappeared, but as I came out he
was waiting. In front of an old fashioned looking pub he halted for a second,
and said casually, ‘Do you shicker[?]’ And when I replied in the negative, he
again chuckled softly and said ‘Nor do I.’ The house was the smallest to have
three rooms that I have ever seen, but it was well built, with stone and open
fireplace, firewood seemed to be a problem and as we entered a tall blonde
Norse or Swede was stoking the fire with a cows shinbone and dry cow dung. (Introduction)
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Editor's note: The following memoir of Henry Lawson was written by his friend, Jim Grahame (Jim Gordon), shortly after Lawson’s death in Sydney in September 1922. The version published here is held in the Cyril Goode Papers in State Library Victoria and is one of three memoirs of Lawson by Grahame. The text has been transcribed by John Barnes.'