A CRITICAL BIOGRAPHY OF EDWIN JAMES BRADY - Mallacoota ...
A CRITICAL BIOGRAPHY OF EDWIN JAMES BRADY - Mallacoota ...
A CRITICAL BIOGRAPHY OF EDWIN JAMES BRADY - Mallacoota ...
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Leaving the University without graduating, Brady was “compelled to pick up the<br />
wage-slave’s burden again” and secured a job as timekeeper on the Sydney wharves<br />
for Dalgety and Company at a pound a week and a shilling an hour overtime. It was a<br />
very strenuous time for him, but he learned a great deal, especially about the sights<br />
and sounds and smells of ships and sailormen – knowledge that he soon embodied in<br />
verse:<br />
You can dunnage casks o’tallow; you can handle hides and horn;<br />
You can carry frozen mutton; you can lumber sacks o’corn;<br />
But the queerest kind o’cargo that you’ve got to haul an’ pull<br />
Is Australia’s “staple product” – is her God-abandoned wool.<br />
For it’s greasy an’ it’s stinkin, an’ them awkward ugly bales<br />
Must be jammed as close as herrings in a ship afore she sails.<br />
To which the authentic language of the Australian worker supplies the refrain:<br />
So you yakker, yakker, yakker,<br />
For the drop o’ beer an’ bacca.<br />
For to earn you bloomin’ clobber an’ the bit o’ tuck you eat.<br />
When you’re layin’ on the screw,<br />
With the boss a-cursin’ you.<br />
An’ the sweat runs like a river, an’ you’re chokin’ with the heat.<br />
While “Hides and Tallow” recreates the smells of the wharves, “The loading of the<br />
Pride” reproduced the urgency and romance of the competition between ships’<br />
masters to be first to the London market with the cargo, as well as the dangers of<br />
undue haste:<br />
“Re-a-rally! Ri-a-rally! Stand from under! Mind the slings!<br />
Hang it! Use yer hook, you duffer! Can’t you catch her as she swings?<br />
‘Tarnal fool! He’s gone and missed it! H’ist away there, quick as y’ can!<br />
Why the blazing Son of Thunder<br />
Couldn’t he have stood from under?<br />
Leg’s broke! Can’t move! Look sharp! Fetch along a basket – and a man!”<br />
But the life of the sea is not all work, according to the young Brady’s vision. There is<br />
the romance of the sea’s tradition (“The Ways of Many Waters”), its chanties and<br />
rhythms (“Lost and Given Over”), its tragedy (“The passing of Parker”) and the<br />
beauty of the sea:<br />
And the sun streaks dim on the water’s rim.<br />
With the heaving miles before,<br />
And the still stars beam on the swirling stream<br />
As she heels, hull down, once more.<br />
. . . . . . . . . . . . .<br />
By the gull’s white breast on the rising crest<br />
Of the far, unfathomed sea;<br />
By the roll and dip of a royal ship,<br />
By a thousand things that be;<br />
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