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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 12: That night the sea was rough, and the Sheerwater was ‘cutting a dido’ as Pete said. Barcoo Salute 107: At the Alice the trailers were loaded with timber and corrugated-iron for the first building to be erected at Tennant Creek, 300 miles north. Barcoo Salute 9: As I went by, one said, ‘What’s the score, babe?’ and clicked his tongue in the way you encourage a horse. Barcoo Salute 160: If you apply the term ‘Back o’ Beyond,’ to this area, Port Augusta is Beyond. Barcoo Salute 4: Most of my journeys have been to the land where Barcoo Salute is uniform: well out in the bush, woop-woop, the mulga, the other side of the black stump, back o’ Bourke, back o’ beyond. Barcoo Salute 148: ‘We’ve put on some of the best marital barneys seen in or out of show business.’. Barcoo Salute 103: I’ve driven up and down The Bitumen, the highway from Darwin to Alice Springs, many times. Barcoo Salute 62: This land is truly the other side of the black stump. More horses than motor cars, more bush camps than houses, and more Aborigines that whites. Barcoo Salute 25: He cooked the best pancakes this side of the black stump. Barcoo Salute 14: [T]he man in blue hung on like a limpet as though he were using the whole of his body as suction. Barcoo Salute 151: ‘It’s a cockeye-bob following up,’ Paddy said. ‘Get in the house quick.’. Barcoo Salute 62: ‘I’ve never had cattle do a bolt on me’. Barcoo Salute 149: Molloy is a man who ‘likes bombs.’ He has driven them in South Africa, America, Europe, and around the inland of Australia. 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 9: ‘Know where they came from? The boob.’ When I didn’t answer, he said, ‘The boob, you know...the jug, the brig, the clink, the quad, the cooler. Only got out today’. Barcoo Salute 9: ‘The boob, you know...the jug, the brig, the clink, the quad, the cooler. Only got out today’. Barcoo Salute 1: [A]lthough convention may differentiate between what is acceptable for one sex and not the other, bumdom does not: it is asexual, it favours none, and obliges all. 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 9: ‘The boob, you know...the jug, the brig, the clink, the quad, the cooler. Only got out today’. Barcoo Salute 48: I was in old ‘clod-hopper’ shoes, bare legs, shift, and my hair stuck out like a birch broom, stiff with ash, smoke, and grime. 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 9: ‘The boob, you know...the jug, the brig, the clink, the quad, the cooler. Only got out today’. Barcoo Salute 123: ‘We’ve been copping it,’ said Bill. ‘There are terrible floods out there. We’ve been bogged six times. We took another route, and darned if we didn’t cop it again’. Barcoo Salute 11: ‘Did you cop those ties? Queens, the pair of them!’. 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 150: ‘You’re crackers. Leave all this?’. Barcoo Salute 30: Like the tourist who took a quick fifteen minute flip through the Louvre, [...] I ‘had done’ the Davey caper.