IN THE BACKBLOCKS.

Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume LX, Issue LX, 17 October 1910, Page 8

IN THE BACKBLOCKS.

The sights you see when you haven't got a gun (writes a correspondent) . ' 1 was riding over the Whangamomona saddle last week. The railway navvies were just getting back to work after a night out. Things must have been pretty merry. I heard one fellow say: >( A bloomin' quid Wouldn't last five' minutes last night." The mud on the saddle was about three feet deep, and worked into, that beautiful plastic state that only papa mud can attain. Well, one fellow was having a ride on the shaft of a dray. He had just about dossd off to sleep when the drag gave a bit of a jolt and Mr Navvy fell from his perch head first into the mud. The driver pulled up his team and fished him out. (He was buried right over the shoulders.) Ye -gods, I have never seen such a sight! The driver was scratching, the mud off his face with a chip of wood. We laughed till our sides were sore ; but poor Mr Navvy didn't seem to think there was anything to laugh at.