HEROINES OF DROUGHT.

Taranaki Daily News, 18 December 1919, Page 3

HEROINES OF DROUGHT.

WONDERFUL BUSH WOMEN, ENDLESS TOIL, NO PLEASURE. LIFE WITHOUT FACE POWDER. A correspondent who recently toured the drought-stricken areas of New South Wales pays the following glowing tribute to the women of the bush: — At Wee Waa there was a little faint green tint to be seen around the town., But that was deceptive, for all beyond stretched the cracked and fissured black soil. The plains were almost empty of stock, for the end hadcome. The surviving sheep were being trucked away as fast as the railway could carry them—down to the pasture lands of the far

south. It is a remarkable and creditable work that the railways are doing. Think of the tremendous feat, Here in this district so prolific and prosperous in the good years, were hundreds of thousands of stock; and now it has been emptied of all these great herds. There were no relief pastures near at hand; but there were the railways. So from the far north-western corner of the State to its far south-eastern corner the sheep are being shifted, vast populations of animals transferred from the stricken north to the highlands of the fertile south. "The women are wonderful!" _ That is the unanimous opinion of everybody in the bush in the9e years of drought—except the women themselves. You come to some selection in the bush, a two-roomed shanty in the solitude and the heat. The husband is away doing contract jobs to earn a few pounds, for there is not a penny to be got from the drought-stricken earth. The woman gives you a eup of tea, without milk, of course, and would feel insulted beyond endurance if you insisted on paying her for it. There is no meat. But she can do without that. What filie cannot do without, though she will not admit it, and probably does not even know it, is recreation or pleasure. You women of the city cannot understand what her drear existence is like. The bush woman gets no reprieve from her hard day'-; work. It is her task —and even her pride —to keep the little home neat and clean—and she does it. She has all the work to do about the place, yet it is the only home she knows, and she does not complain.

HARD HANDS; HARD EYES. , She carries on in the heat. Her hardened hands show it. The hard look in her face shows it. Oh, all the little refinements that the city woman loves! Oh, the articles of necessary attire, as tabulated by learned commissions for office girls! Oh, all the inessentials so necessary to the city girl, the face powder, the lace, the changes of linen, the good boots, the smart hat, the novel from the library, the picture shows, the bathing dress! Cut every one of these out, and imagine life to be lived month after month and year after year with an uncomplaining heart. That is the lot of the bush wife. With such high hopes thn bride and bridegroom had started out to take up a selection in the "green country!" The bush had to be ring-barml, the house built, the wheat sown. And then to see their little crops fail —not for one year, but for three or four in succession; and with the drought still with no end in sight. Yet they carry on, uncomplaining, with no whining to the paternal Government to succour them. A RABBIT FOR A STAMP. At another small holding, a place that the owner had had for five years—five years of drought—the husband was discovered building a chock and log fence—a two-men's job. •'Do you know," he said, "that at times I've had no stamp to send a letter away. I had to go out and catch a rabbit to sell first. I've had no meat since th.e drought drove the rabbits away." His home was, as usual, clean and tidy. His wife had two youngsters—twins "I reared them on goats' milk," she said. And for the third time she got up to drive the goats out of the yard. "The storekeeper can't carry us on any longer. We owe them for two years, and you couldn't expect them to help us until we had paid off what we owe them. But you see how it is with us. When is the drought going to break?" The inevitable and unanswerable quesYet that mother will carry on. The women are wonderful. THE DROUGHT'S TOLL. A returned soldier is still battling away, though he has struck two droughts. On his return from the Boer War lie took up land, and struck the 1002 drought. On his return from this war lie "fobbed" into another. He bought 311 sheep in May, 1!)18. In September be shore 213, including '2O- lambs. In lfllO his Hock was down to 11)5, and there is the prospect of further losses. There is precious little natural increase of his flocks t<i be found from these figures. Vet he is a hard-working "Digger," and will win out somehow when the drought breaks So will his wife. The women art wonderful!