The pool of St Branok

There was another occasion during that voyage that I remembered well. It was after we had left Bombay. We had had only one day ashore but we had made the most of it. The heat had been intense, but we had been enchanted by the city, yet depressed by the multitude of beggars who surrounded us. Gervaise had quickly given away all the money he had brought out with him and for the rest of the day he cheerfully borrowed from the rest of us. We bought some beautiful silk materials and ebony elephants and some exquisite carved ivory.

It had been a most exciting day and that evening we dined with the Captain.

He loved to talk and was something of a raconteur. He had a pleasant custom of dining with most of the passengers during the voyage, and always at his table there was a great deal of gossip and laughter. Gervaise said he probably told the same stories over and over again; and that was why he liked to change the company.

That night he was in a reminiscent mood.

He said: "Well, we shall not be so very long now. Soon we shall be reaching our destination and I shall have to say goodbye to all you charming people."

We all said how we had enjoyed the voyage.

"It is an adventure in itself ... the first time. Of course when I consider the number of times I have sailed between the Old Country and Australia ... well, to tell the truth, I find it hard to remember how many."

"It must have made you somewhat blase," I commented.

"Not as far as people are concerned. It is amazing how different people are. No voyage is ever like another ... and it is all because of the people. I know you don't intend to settle in Australia. We get quite a number of passengers who are doing just that. I suppose it is just a visit for you. Are you visiting relations?"

Gervaise said: "We shall have a look at the goldfields."

"Ah yes. We have had many coming out for that. Only of course the fever has died down a little lately. To what part are you going?"

"It's some miles north of Melbourne. A place called Golden Creek."

"Oh, that's Lansdon country."

"Lansdon country?" I stammered.

"That's what they call it. Chap named Benedict Lansdon made a bit of a stir there a few years back. He's a sort of big white chief in the neighborhood."

"We are going to see him. He's a ... connection of mine."

"Oh well, you'll be in the best company with Ben Lansdon. Couldn't be in better hands."

"Do you know him?"

"Everyone thereabouts knows Ben Lansdon."

"Why?"

"Well, he's made a bit of a name for himself. They think a great deal of him out there. It was rather like the Eureka Stockade affair all over again."

"What was that all about?" asked Gervaise.

"I suppose that sort of news wouldn't get to the Old Country. Or if it did it would just be a few lines on the back page of the newspaper. It was all over Melbourne. Peter Lalor was a sort of hero in that affair. It was miners against the government and it was the miners who really won in the end. Well, Ben Lansdon is another Peter Lalor. He's one of those natural leaders. He took charge and things got sorted out ... so to speak. He's quite a name in the district."

I felt a certain glow of pride. I was remembering him as he had been when he arrived at Cador. He had been different then from anyone I had ever known. I had admired him so much, adored him would be a more apt way of putting it. But in those days of my youth I had set up idols: my father; Jonnie; Ben. Yes, I was an idol worshiper. But then that affair at the pool had changed everything and Ben had gone and I had been left to face it alone.

The Captain settled down to tell the tale. He loved an audience and on this occasion he had a very attentive one.

"You see," he said, "men were rushing out to find gold. People had been finding it for years and then ... what would it be? ... must have been in the early fifties I think when they found gold in New South Wales. Then at Ballarat near Melbourne someone found six hundred ounces in a couple of days ... and that was it. People were scrabbling frantically for gold. Some found it. All over Victoria they were coming across gold. My father's place was nearby. He's often told me how the place changed overnight. All over the country little townships were springing up. They even had the odd hotel. Not the classy establishments they have at home, but good enough for miners who weren't looking for fancy living. They had one thing in mind: gold. Men were coming out by the thousands. When you've mined a certain spot for a few years the gold can run out. There is not an inexhaustible supply. There was a lot of hardship. Some would be working for weeks and months and finding nothing. To my mind the government wanted to put a stop to the fever so they started to charge people a license to dig. The more hardships there seemed to be, the higher were the fees. You see, what was wanted was to get people back to the towns, to put a stop to this search for gold which was not there."