A CRITICAL BIOGRAPHY OF EDWIN JAMES BRADY - Mallacoota ...
A CRITICAL BIOGRAPHY OF EDWIN JAMES BRADY - Mallacoota ...
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Although he can avoid the common tendency to romanticise the bushranger,<br />
recognising that outside fiction they were “mostly tawdry bandits who graduated from<br />
petty thefts of horses and cattle to highway robbery and murder”, and had the<br />
admiration of Miles Franklin for this attitude, 1 he can yet be mawkishly sentimental in<br />
recalling childhood events and loves while crossing the Blue Mountains. Yet the<br />
strongest common thread of the feeling they evoke for the people of the country.<br />
Each volume abounds with characters drawn vividly and sympathetically by Brady’s<br />
pen. Each contains vignettes of the Australian society of the early 1900’s revealing a<br />
way of life, an approach to life, a code of values which constitute a considerable part<br />
of the Australian character as its steady growth towards independent nationhood<br />
revealed. Many country “types” abound in these books, but there are not mere<br />
stereotypes; rather they are real, fleshy, individual people who wrestle with a harsh<br />
environment, not always wining, but always displaying degrees of fortitude and<br />
independence wholly admirable. Many of these people seem larger than life on<br />
account of their eccentricity by city standards – an eccentricity which often<br />
establishes their name and their identity to a wide range of friends. So the reader<br />
meets Spare-me-days and Brummy, two heavy drinkers who are great mates, even<br />
though Brummy sings himself to sleep every night with seventeen verses of the same<br />
song. And Greenhide Jack, so named on account of his prowess with the stock-whip<br />
and his construction of many articles from cowhide, quite child-like in his selfsympathy<br />
when slight injured; and Ah Gum, and O’Grady the Irish settler and<br />
countless pioneering wives and mothers treated as understandingly as Lawson wrote<br />
of them. Some of these people are too outgoing, as the settler from whom Brady goes<br />
to get water, but who keeps him listening so long, to his mate’s chagrin, that the<br />
bacon is ruined. And when his mate demurs, he is sent within earshot and the tea is<br />
cold. They wish him, as a pre-lunch deputation, on the relevant Minister against<br />
whose Parliamentary ineptitudes he holds forth.<br />
But not all of Brady’s bush people are hospitable and outgoing. One young man is<br />
engaged in skinning a sheep when the travellers approach;<br />
“Good morning,” I began pleasantly.<br />
The man favoured me with a reluctant nod.<br />
‘How far is it to Morna?’<br />
He went on with his work, plying a very sharp knife with great<br />
dexterity.<br />
I repeated my question, loudly.<br />
‘Dunno,’ said the man, ‘never bin there.’<br />
‘Can I buy a loaf of bread here/’<br />
‘Naw!’<br />
‘Haven’t you got any bread?’<br />
‘Naw; ain’t baked.’<br />
More knife play.<br />
‘Can I get any bread at Morna?’<br />
‘Dunno!’<br />
Slish-slash of knife over the hanging carcase.<br />
‘Know if I can get any bread anywhere?’<br />
‘Naw!’<br />
1 Miles Franklin wrote to Brady (16.9.1945, in National Library) agreeing with this attitude, especially<br />
in regard to Ned Kelly. “I am alienated by the attempts to make a hero our of him. He could have<br />
grubbed and felled and slaved in the bush as my forebears did”. She wrote of the terror they inspired in<br />
bush settlers.