Over the Sliprails

pubOne.info present you this new edition. There were about a dozen of us jammed into the coach, on the box seat and hanging on to the roof and tailboard as best we could. We were shearers, bagmen, agents, a squatter, a cockatoo, the usual joker- and one or two professional spielers, perhaps. We were tired and stiff and nearly frozen- too cold to talk and too irritable to risk the inevitable argume...