Harry Heathcote of Gangoil | Page 2

all that.
Men said of him that he was too imperious, too masterful, too much

inclined to think that all things should be made to go as he would have
them. Young as he was, he had been altogether his own master since he
was of age--and not only his own master, but the master also of all with
whom he was brought into contact from day to day. In his life he
conversed but seldom with any but those who were dependent on him,
nor had he done so for the last three years. At an age at which young
men at home are still subject to pastors and masters, he had sprung at
once into patriarchal power, and, being a man determined to thrive, had
become laborious and thoughtful beyond his years.
Harry Heathcote had been left an orphan, with a small fortune in money,
when he was fourteen. For two years after that he had consented to
remain quietly at school, but at sixteen he declared his purpose of
emigrating. Boys less than himself in stature got above him at school,
and he had not liked it. For a twelvemonth he was opposed by his
guardian; but at the end of the year he was fitted forth for the colony.
The guardian was not sorry to be quit of him, but prophesied that he
would be home again before a year was over. The lad had not returned,
and it was now a settled conviction among all who knew him that he
would make or mar his fortune in the new land that he had chosen.
He was a tall, well-made young fellow, with fair hair and a good-
humored smile, but ever carrying in his countenance marks of what his
enemies called pig-headedness, his acquaintances obstinacy, and those
who loved him firmness. His acquaintances were, perhaps, right, for he
certainly was obstinate. He would take no man's advice, he would
submit himself to no man, and in the conduct of his own business
preferred to trust to his own insight than to the experience of others. It
would sometimes occur that he had to pay heavily for his obstinacy.
But, on the other hand, the lessons which he learned he learned
thoroughly. And he was kept right in his trade by his own indefatigable
industry. That trade was the growth of wool. He was a breeder of sheep
on a Queensland sheep-run, and his flocks ran far afield over a vast
territory of which he was the only lord. His house was near the river
Mary, and beyond the river his domain did not extend; but around him
on his own side of the river he could ride for ten miles in each direction
without getting off his own pastures. He was master, as far as his

mastership went, of 120,000 acres--almost an English county--and it
was the pride of his heart to put his foot off his own territory as seldom
as possible. He sent his wool annually down to Brisbane, and received
his stores, tea and sugar, flour and brandy, boots, clothes, tobacco, etc.,
once or twice a year from thence. But the traffic did not require his own
presence at the city. So self-contained was the working of the
establishment that he was never called away by his business, unless he
went to see some lot of highly bred sheep which he might feel disposed
to buy; and as for pleasure, it had come to be altogether beyond the
purpose of his life to go in quest of that. When the work of the day was
over, he would lie at his length upon rugs in the veranda, with a pipe in
his mouth, while his wife sat over him reading a play of Shakspeare or
the last novel that had come to them from England.
He had married a fair girl, the orphan daughter of a bankrupt squatter
whom be had met in Sydney, and had brought her and her sister into
the Queensland bush with him. His wife idolized him. His sister-in-law,
Kate Daly, loved him dearly--as she had cause to do, for he had proved
himself to be a very brother to her; but she feared him also somewhat.
The people about the Mary said that she was fairer and sweeter to look
at even than the elder sister. Mrs. Heathcote was the taller of the two,
and the larger-featured. She certainly was the higher in intellect, and
the fittest to be the mistress of such an establishment as that at Gangoil.
When he had washed his hands and face, and had swallowed the very
copious but weak allowance of brandy-and-water which his wife mixed
for him, he took the eldest boy on his lap and fondled him. "By
George!" he said,