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Excerpt from The Country I Come From
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 ofi' our hate, as, An old mate of your father's on the diggings, Johnny. And he would pat our heads and say we were fine boys, or girls - as the case may have been - and that we had our father's nose but our mother's eyes, or the other way about; and say that the baby was the dead spit of its mother, and then add, for father's benefit: But yet he's like you, Tom. It did seem strange to the children to hear him address the old man by his Christian name considering that the mother always referred to him as Father. She called the old mate Mr. So-and-so, and father called him Bill, or something to that efi'ect.
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