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Aub Aubrey Gordon Joseph Mc'Govern by Don Johnson... he was born in 1895 to a land so different then, one of three boys born at Brenda station, near to Hebel up the river near the water on a bend. though just a child he told me of his life upon the land, of strange things seen and space ships strange, with coloured lights so grand. how he and Walter and the boy had seen it flying past , but never went to look for it though it fell with a mighty blast. he drove the coach for Cobb & co, held six horses by the rein, these 3 Mc Govern's never married though, so no Mc Govern's will remain. he worked on Cubbie station as a station hand their fences he did mend, delivered mail a sulky mailman to the squatters he was friend. no radio on the airwaves then, the news would come by him, by word of mouth the bush telegraph, bare facts with no garnishing. one time he was a shearers cook and cooked o'er an open fire. he was on the rum, maybe seeing things, old Aub. he was no liar. as he stooped to check the boiling pot he saw the Devil lunge at him. so he flogged him off used his boiling spuds, made a goodly campfire dim. old Aubrey's gone where the old drovers go, but i sure remember him. as a story teller i did know, when i was small and thin. …
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