The largest pub is called the Swagman’s Hat and it’s a noisy and rowdy place, full of boisterous miners and workers. The local Aboriginals sit in a separate section, and there are some mutterings and snickers from the other patrons as Johan sits down with them.
It’s difficult for him to break the ice but after a while, a few of them open up and start chatting with him. They relate several strange things that have happened in the area
(see the post Cuncudgerie gossip for more).
Meanwhile, Dermot is busy asking around for more information about MacWhirr, Dodge and Huston. He learns that Professor Dodge is an associate professor of archaeology, just finishing his current term, and looking forward to some vacation time. He’s an impetuous and ambitious fellow, well-liked in the area.
Arthur MacWhirr was a local engineer and surveyor. Four or five years ago, he claimed that he found big squared-off blocks of ancient stone out in the desert, and he bought drinks for a whole pub and showed some photographs to prove he was telling the truth. He sadly died of influenza later that year, before he could return to the area.
Nobody has heard of anyone called Huston, but rumors say that some crazy American bloke took a crew of two dozen men into the bush, had them dig a shaft 10 meters deep, then told them to stop, gave them a big bonus, and sent every man jack to Darwin to collect his pay. This was a while ago. Another man tells of a Yank named Carver, who conducted surveys and exploratory diggings along the Canning Stock Route, which flanks the eastern side of the Great Sandy Desert.
Mortimer Wycroft’s Shop
Wycroft’s shop fills the lower story of a dilapidated building on the outskirts of Cuncudgerie. Two sheds sit on either side of the shop, probably containing mining equipment. A small petrol pump (Australians, like the English, call gasoline “petrol”) at the front of the building connects to a large buried tank of 600-gallon capacity.
The dingy shelves behind the shop’s U-shaped counter are stuffed with coveralls, cookware, boots, rope, chain, heavy rope, miners’ lamps and hats, clothes, arc lights, flashlights, batteries, truck parts, blocks and tackles, engines, engine parts, tinned food, picks, assay kits, and much more.
Three pretty young women lounge in chairs in the store as Dermot enters. All three are dressed as common laborers, in trousers and shirts. They are tanned and their hair is sun-bleached blond.
The youngest gets up and greets Dermot at the counter with a dazzling smile. “G’day, sir. How may I help you?”
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