Works in the Herald 1931

On a huge cattle station at Anthony's Lagoon, North Australia, a Moth plane has been used with the greatest success for mustering cattle. Tasks that formerly took horsemen many weary days can now be done in a very brief time by air.

Oh, I've ridden 'em rough an' I've ridden 'em kind,
   Brumbies and prads well-bred.
Of every color and every kind -
   (The old stock-rider said).
I've broken the wild Blanchwater colts
   An' Walers from down Noo South,
An' every sort that bucks or bolts,
   With every sort of mouth.

An' I thought I knew the musterin' game Right thro' from A to Z. An' every sort of nag you'd name - (The old stock-rider said). I've wheeled 'em up in the Queensland scrub, An' tailed 'em back o' Bourke, To skite in many an old bush pub I was master of all bush work.
But musterin' cattle be aeroplanes? What profit does it bring? An' I don't see how a bushman gains, For it ain't a natiral thing. Soaring' and roarin' an' rampin' round In a rackety tin machine, When a natural horse on natural ground Beats all yer keraseen.
I suppose it's progress as they say, But the thing's against all laws. So I'm saddlin' up an' I'm off away Where they ain't got them gee-gaws. For I got no time for aeroplanes; But a prad with a good, kind eye, An' the press o' the knee and the feel of the reins Is my game till I die.

Herald, 24 January 1931, p4

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