Rodger Beadmore
Rodger Beadmore
While a droving out near Bollon at about the forty mile, (1950s)
just a following sheep through the lime bushes dense.
Moving down the stock route, a feeding all the while.
By and by shortly we passed through Beadmore's boundary fence.
Old Rodger an Aboriginal soon appeared upon the route,
A character well known for charm and sense,
Yes Rodger came to keep their sheep from getting out.
And to put his strays back through their boundary fence.
The old man said to Rodger, "waters a bit light".
"How far do you reckon is it to the next boredrain?"
He knew that Rodger just couldn't read or write,
But Rodger good old Rodger, he told him just the same.
He said "Not far not far mate, big straight road all the way."
"You'll be there by and by directly later on today!"
Now he said to Rodger "Here's a gun go shoot us a roo."
So Rodger wandered off to get our dogs a feed.
But later on when he came back, said he'd seen a big roo too.
He said "I shoot him nine times and I miss him every time."
Old Beadmore in bad temper sometimes gave Rodger the sack,
but before he left the place the boss lady hired him back.
Though one might sack and send him a walking down the track ,
the other'd come and fetch him he was family this man black.
by D Johnson ...of our mate Rodger ...
Rodger as a small child had been found on a water hole in the gulf country north west
Queensland. Rodger traveled in a saddle bag on Dougal Camerons pack horse till he came to
the St George area, where the story says he was swopped for a grey horse, to Mr E
Beadmore. See soup Dougal Cameron for more....
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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