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in Barcoo Salute (1974) [title page] ‘I see you’ve learnt the Barcoo salute,’ said a Buln Buln Shire Councillor to the Duke of Edinburgh. ‘What’s that,’ said His Royal Highness, waving his hand again to brush the flies off his face. ‘That’s it,’ said the man from the bush. Barcoo Salute 160: If you apply the term ‘Back o’ Beyond,’ to this area, Port Augusta is Beyond. Barcoo Salute 103: I’ve driven up and down The Bitumen, the highway from Darwin to Alice Springs, many times. Barcoo Salute 151: ‘It’s a cockeye-bob following up,’ Paddy said. ‘Get in the house quick.’. Barcoo Salute 166: The Ghan is no longer the rough and ready, colourful old bone-shaker of the days when stockmen used to boil their billies [...] on fires they lit in the corridors. Barcoo Salute 123: If you get bushed, sit down and light a fire. [...] We’ll find you in the morning. Barcoo Salute 82: The ‘carrot-haired fairy’ [...] an infamous dame, and the white women who came up from the cities. Barcoo Salute 131: The only damage I can recall was a fractured exhaust pipe and that was remedied on the track with ‘cocky’s joy’ (fencing wire). Barcoo Salute 140: I was cockying until then, but with the depression and the drought, I went broke. Barcoo Salute 158: For the rest of the tour, apart from going out of our way on what the Americans call ‘cracker-barrel’ lines, we each had a luxurious compartment. Barcoo Salute 30: Like the tourist who took a quick fifteen minute flip through the Louvre, [...] I ‘had done’ the Davey caper. Barcoo Salute 69: Banjo Paterson once wrote a pungent verse imploring the Almighty to ‘keep the cockies off the Ord’ and the poddy dodgers and duffers out of the Kimberleys. Barcoo Salute 69: Banjo Paterson once wrote a pungent verse imploring the Almighty to ‘keep the cockies off the Ord’ and the poddy dodgers and duffers out of the Kimberleys. Barcoo Salute 166: The Ghan is no longer the rough and ready, colourful old bone-shaker of the days when stockmen used to boil their billies [...] on fires they lit in the corridors. Barcoo Salute 127: Then I did worry. My gosh! Barcoo Salute 32: The people of the island are Tasmanian [...] tough and tenacious as the ‘mainlanders,’ as they call people from ‘over the other side’. Barcoo Salute 139: The sheep [...] when they’re in poor nick, they’ll go at the pace they can manage. Barcoo Salute 25: Before the first plane landed here, the only access was on Shank’s pony. Barcoo Salute 62: ‘Used to be as good as the next man until old Dolly propped.’ Two years ago, old Dolly, a bay mare had been galloping when she hit a stump. [...] ‘Killed poor Dolly outright.’. Barcoo Salute 159: Cate streaked off to the museum. Barcoo Salute 135: Some pushed barrows carrying their swags, tools and tucker-bags.