["The Star-Spangled Banner"]
Wonderful, Sarah. Too good for the likes of us.
Great sentiment, Sarah.
Oh, thank you.
American Independence Day. Brings back my spell in California.
Oh, don't you miss it? Don't you want to go back home?
No. Sometimes I miss Toronto, snow, clean, crisp air in winter.
But San Francisco was a hellhole.
Well, who mentioned San Francisco?
I did.
San Francisco is not the whole of America.
That's the part I know.
Some men are so fickle. Don't you think so, Alicia?
So men, yes.
Peter, old pal, you're gonna stand by and take that, that...
Glass for me.
Are you?
Well, I'm nice, yes.
What other advice, lads, from an old hand?
Don't argue with the fair sex. The gray matter defies logic.
At least, my heart, you admit we have gray matter.
Would I bandy words with you, my love?
No.
If I were governor, I'd legislate there'd be a woman for every man in the Diggins.
And a celebration every night.
Just think, if they totally were independent, we'd really have something to celebrate.
Hasn't stopped you yet.
What?
The need of a reason.
Easy now, Peter. Your beginners sound like you know who.
The Americans broke away. Why can't we?
It took a war to do it.
Well, if that's all it takes, why not?
Why not, indeed? Talk as cheap as you.
Are you disparaging talk now? I can't believe me own ears.
Now, isn't it you that's always saying that everything stands by rubbing words together?
That's how ideas get sparked.
It's idle chatter I'm against.
It doesn't have to be idle, not like somebody I know.
There's no call for personal insult.
It's a cap fit.
Imagine, without the British, there'd be room for ordinary folk like us.
We could build this country into something we've dreamed about for so long.
I baptize thee in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.
God Almighty, Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has regenerated thee from the water in the Holy Spirit.
Give thee, lineate Christ, the light of the Holy Spirit, Christ our Lord Jesus, the life and the name. Amen.
Amen.
Sop up. Tell him where that came from.
Thanks, Tim.
She's a bonny wee lass, all right. No doubt about it.
She blessed with her mother's beauty.
And her father's brains, father's gift to the God more like.
Quite enough now.
Thank you, Tim.
And to Ellen.
Sláinte.
That's a sad occasion for me.
Oh, no, why is that, Father?
Well, I won't be able to do the honours at your next fine edition.
Hold on now, Father. Little Ellen makes six. Any more, I'll lose track.
Tim, that's no way for a proud Catholic to talk.
Mouth to feed, Father. Mouth to feed.
The thing is, I'm off to a new parish.
Where are you headed, Father?
Kilo, Charles.
Then you'll be stepping up in the will, Father.
Tim.
Well, you could put it that way.
Take no notice of Tim's blather, Father. You'll be sorely missed here.
And I'll miss my many Ballarat friends as well.
Our good wishes go with you, Father.
To Father Downing. Father Downing.
Aye, Father Downing.
And God bless you all, too.
Good evening, Johann. For us, it's splendid.
Thank you.
Thank you, Johann.
Thank you.
Peter.
We have a lot to talk about, Peter.
And not much time.
In the time you went to bed, Johann.
We'll be all right now, Johann. You can go.
Good night.
I'm sorry about that. He dopes on you.
I'm fond of him, too.
I'm sorry you have to go back to Geelong.
So am I, but I don't seem to have much choice.
The Deakin's an old place for a lady.
Well, and Nastasia seems to cope all right.
Yes, she does.
Six kids, a home to look after and teach in school as well.
A miracle that woman.
And you don't think I could cope as well?
Oh, I'm sure you could.
But I hope you never have to.
I want something better for you.
Well, I'd be happy to work for it.
Side by side with you as Anastasia does with Tim.
Have you ever seen Tim do a stroke of work?
No.
Annie's the one that does the work.
Oh, and you think that I don't measure up to her.
I never said that.
Oh, good evening, Alicia.
Father.
Ah, poor Paddy Mower.
He won't see the light of day, I'm afraid.
Ah, your hand.
Come here, Father.
Thank you.
Well, doesn't this look good?
And I've not had a bite to eat.
I'll join you two young people, if you don't mind.
Of course, Father.
Right.
Now, we said grace.
Mm-hmm.
You will write?
Of course.
Goodbye, your hand.
I'll carry you, young man.
Come on.
Go!
Ah!
Where's your lawsuits?
What?
You heard.
You showed me your license,
were you for the lock-up?
Well, come on.
I haven't got all day.
Oh, right.
Right.
Here it is.
Ah, you stormed,
cheery boy, that's it, lad.
Watch out!
What you gonna save?
A para-filled discount,
city carpet.
Watch out!
What you gonna save?
Ask them on the main north road.
Cold blimey!
Got a lot of bargains for you.
Prices that'll floor you.
What a range of carpet!
We're rolling out before you.
What you gonna save?
Ask them on the main north road.
Know what I mean.
What you gonna save?
Ask them and you'll save a hundred.
Are you ready?
Are you ready for the real potato taste?
I'm Smiths.
If you're getting tired of Charlie's bagel
and you wanna get the taste of some adult flavour,
then you're ready.
Then you're ready for the real potato taste.
I'm Smiths.
If you think you hang around
with the boys around town
and you wanna start hanging around with men,
men, men.
Shh!
Then you're ready.
Then you're ready for the real potato taste.
I'm Smiths.
Are you ready?
We're ready.
Are you ready for the real potato taste?
I'm Smiths.
Mitre 10, mitre 10.
Ah, blood knives and scissors will really drive you up the wall.
So why not try these Wiltshire stay sharks on mitre 10?
Not 16 or 15 dollars.
They're just 11.95 each.
And these left and right hand scissors
sharpen themselves each time you use them.
It's the same with the Wiltshire Carver.
They make cutting a pleasure.
Just 11.95 each.
But this week only.
For a real sharp buy, it's mitre 10.
So bring your money with you.
A hot way go to mitre 10.
The Riverland mitre 10 outlets.
Are River Growers Renmark, River Growers Lockston,
Berry Coastals Berry, and the Balmora Co-op Balmora.
The Riverland mitre 10 outlets.
Reed, you're from Suffolk.
Becquals, your Excellency.
Becquals.
Almost within a cannon's roar of my old stamping ground.
Your father was Thomas William Reed, a Navy man, was he not?
Indeed he was.
I had hoped you'd follow in his footsteps, but...
You were distracted by Paris.
Yes.
You were there in 48 at the time of the uprisings.
I was there for nine years and all.
And yes, I witnessed the street riots.
And you know something of revolution.
Only that it must be met with strength and purpose.
The rabble must never be allowed to rise above itself.
And may I say what an honor it is to serve under the hero
of the Parama River and the Puente del Obligado.
Frankly, Reed, I'd rather have been placed in command
of a ship to the Crimea than this floundering colony.
But each of us is called upon to do his duty,
and duty subjugates all else.
Undoubtedly, Your Excellency.
How long have you been in the colony, Reed?
Three years, sir.
Then you know the way the wind blows.
I believe so.
Good.
I prefer to get my information straight from the source.
First hand, not second or third or fourth hand.
You will report direct to me.
Yes, Reed?
About the Chief Commissioner?
I'll send him the usual reports, of course.
Don't bother me with those.
I want to know what else is happening.
Rumors, talk, whispers, and a word.
Intelligence.
In that case, may I suggest the use of a cipher?
I think we understand each other.
Right!
Hup!
The Times calls him a bold, Farsiian man.
Then maybe things are looking up.
I tell you, Peter,
he'll be grandly breathing air free from the stench of corruption.
A pair of you have gone soft in the head.
Beg pardon, my love.
Her Majesty's new mouthpiece has done nothing at all.
Give him a chance, woman. He's barely set foot in the colony.
That's because you lot carry him round shoulder high all the time.
He's made a few soothing noises, and everybody's turning cartwheels.
You'd think it was the Second Coming, no less.
Can this be a fine devout Catholic woman, I hear, Blasphemen?
I say what I think. Pity a few others didn't do likewise.
Peter, you're a man who thinks before he opens his mouth.
Do you honestly believe this new governor will improve our lot?
It's possible, Annie, if we don't set our sights too high.
Stuff and nonsense.
You appear to have some slight reservations.
Yes, just one or two.
First, he's an Englishman.
And what's the first thing an Irishman learns but never to trust an Englishman?
Would you agree with that now? Mm-hm.
Second, if he wanted to do anything, he'd have to convince London, right?
Right.
Thank you, Peter. You're gentleman enough to admit the error of your ways.
Damn it, old woman, I never heard him a bit to anything.
I think I'll turn in early. Thanks for the game, Johnny.
I haven't even finished playing.
Oh, you had me done up anyway.
I can see this one, too, yeah?
What's the point of paying two of the notes for a liquor license
and building a grand hotel when anybody can come along and flog the stuff?
Too much sly grogging going on.
Far too bloody much.
You hear that, Mel?
What?
Put a stop to all this sly grogging.
Easy as that, they're done.
Yeah, they're shifting a lot.
They've got lookouts and watchdogs.
And friends.
You're getting your cut?
So earn it.
Or else.
Or else what?
We'll make some other arrangement.
Up again.
And from the other way.
Good morning.
I'm Father Smythe.
You're on your...
You're taking over from Father Downing.
Yes, I am.
Children, children, form into lines.
This is Father Smythe.
I'd like you to make him feel welcome to St. Alapaius.
Say, good morning, Father Smythe.
Good morning, Father Smythe.
Good morning, children.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.
Amen.
Oh, Jesus, through the most pure heart of Mary,
I offer thee the prayers, works, joys and sufferings of this day
for all the intentions of thy divine heart.
Amen.
Where would you be off to, Peter Lawler?
One guess, Patrick.
Must be mighty Cain to court at such a distance.
It's near 80 miles.
Don't I know it?
Every step it away.
Hop aboard, then.
I'll save you some shoe leather.
Thanks.
Isn't about time you two got married, then.
Do you really think the golf hills is the place for a girl like Alicia, Patrick?
Sir Robert Peel, the English Prime Minister,
claims to have done something to help the poor and starving.
He bought 100,000 pounds worth of Indian corn
and had it shipped to Ireland.
The corn was to be sold to the people who had no food,
no money and no means to earn it.
Now, the harvest of wheat and oats that they themselves had grown
was shipped to England under police escort.
And the Indian corn was locked up and guarded by soldiers.
This was the help that Sir Robert Peel brought.
Girls, this is no laughing matter.
Hundreds of thousands perished.
Typhus fever broke out.
Good afternoon, Miss Don.
Good afternoon, Mr. Lawler.
Good afternoon, ladies.
Good afternoon, Mr. Lawler.
That'll be all for today, girls.
Glory be to the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost,
as was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be,
world without end. Amen.
Good afternoon, children.
Good afternoon, Miss Don.
What a word to say you were coming.
Tim's idea. He thought we were over-exerting ourselves.
Oh, that should be the day.
Are you happy to see me, then?
I don't know what my pupils will think.
Off home to tell their parents the handsome Mr. Lawler's been calling again.
Do you care?
No.
Blast this stuff, boys. You're doing a grand job.
Puppy.
I've worked up a decent enough thirst.
Let's call it a day.
Wet the whistle.
Now, there's a thought, Jamie.
Here we go.
Come on, Timmy.
Now, you two take young Timmy
and buy yourself some lemonade from John Joseph.
Thanks, Don.
Yeah, thanks, Don.
Oh, and, uh, what a word to your man-mind.
Oh, ta-da, lads.
Do you give much thought to the old country, Peter?
No, nin, father.
And what does it conjure up to you?
Sadness.
An overwhelming sadness for things that should never have been.
For the futility of it all.
And a sense of loss.
Do you want to go back, then?
Not while a British are there.
We have hope here, father.
All the hope was kicked out of us in Ireland.
This is a new country.
A fresh country.
An exciting country.
We can all of us start again here
without being weighted down by the shackles of Europe.
It's the sort of place you could only dream of back there.
Harsh and beautiful.
Not like Ireland's soft, green, pliant beauty.
But a rugged beauty
filled with vibrant colors.
Rich browns and reds
and luminous green
and the sun beaten down and baking the earth.
A drenching rain that doesn't stop for a week.
Not like Ireland's gentle mist.
Even nature runs free here, father.
And so can we
if we take up the challenge.
It won't be easy.
But it's probably the last place left on earth for us.
We still wear the British yoke.
Aye.
But history must not be allowed to repeat itself.
Cast off the yoke?
If need be.
You two wouldn't be drumming up a rebellion by any chance.
I don't think it's come to that yet, eh, Peter?
Thank you, John.
Holden's Statesman de Ville.
There's nothing quite like it yet.
Pauline Affleck, breeder of champion Bedlington terriers,
talks about Pau.
I base my dog's diet on Pau because it's the best.
Pau has the essential vitamins and minerals
that are so necessary to keep these dogs in top condition.
I think it's a good thing that we have a dog
that's been in the world for a long time.
It's a good thing that we have a dog
that's been in the world for a long time.
And Pau has big meaty chunks all through it.
My advice to people,
if they're not already feeding their dog Pau,
is to give Pau a try
and to see the difference that it makes.
Top breeders recommend Pau.
Hamba's family catalogue sale is on right now
with a host of bargains from all four Riverland stores.
Track and jog suits for babies, toddlers and kids through to adults.
At prices that won't leave you panting by the roadside.
For the ladies there's tops, jackets and jeans
to set the mood in colours and styles for any occasion
and skirts with flair.
Hamba's cover the men in shirts and socks, jackets and jeans,
a playground of kids' wear along with towels, quilts, blankets and sheets
in the family catalogue sale on right now at Hamba's four Riverland stores.
Ooh, I lick at my women's, I'll marry and best.
The gay hair a slave, blessed be the ool.
She'd cooled in her linens
and blithe be the bird that sings on her grave.
Fair enough, Scooby.
Come, come to my arms, my Katie, my Katie.
And come to my arms and kiss me again.
Drunken or sober, here's to thee, Katie.
And blessed be the day I did it again.
There's Scottish ne'er-do-well.
It's a rare gift for words.
And they're finally titled.
Callers for another drink.
Ah! Mum said you have to come home now.
Young starry, let's come over, your ma'am,
and send you a place like this.
We'll let her have a drink, Tim.
They most certainly will not. Monument barley water of the like.
Come, now, Di, supper's boiling. Mum's not so sure that pleased.
Oh, is that so?
She'll have a piece of you for sure.
Well, no. You'll excuse me, Jamie, me old mate.
Better have to put that little woman in her place.
Tim, we've hardly washed the dust out of our throats.
Another bottle.
I can't believe my eyes.
Jamie, is it you?
Peter. Peter Martin.
How long's this last week left, eyes of each other?
Two, three, four years.
Who can count that far?
It's called fair celebration.
The willy brewed a peck of mott, and Robin Allen came to see.
Three blither-herts that lily-lang-nished,
you would know found in Christendie.
So, tell me what's been happening in Ballarat.
Not a lot.
I gather five of them have been killed.
And the rest of them have been killed.
Not a lot.
I gather Father Downing's moved to a new parish.
Have you met his successor?
Hasn't been sighted yet.
And Anastasia and Tim and the children?
Fine.
It's gone from bad to worse.
I swore I was through with the revolution.
That I was through with the fight.
Poor crippled Fenton gave his life for it.
And what did it gain any of us?
Your brother will always be remembered
when they speak of the young islanders.
The young islanders fought and bled.
Ended up in Newgate, who were driven from their own country.
They got nowhere.
I left Ireland to be rid of all that, to put it behind me.
To start afresh in a new land.
Australia.
The land of opportunity.
And now the struggle has begun again.
You can't ignore it.
I mean, what else can you do?
Walk away.
I could pinch John Joseph's recipe.
Come to Geelong, sell lemonade to pretty girls and straw bonnets.
Visit you in the evening for prayers and supplication.
I'd never be rich.
But I'd be a damn sight happier.
No, you wouldn't.
There'd be no more brooding over hot embers
in the presence of a pretty girl.
Peter, you can't bury your head in the sand.
That'd never make you happy.
And what would?
You have to fight.
Fight them tooth and nail.
Alicia, you're beautiful.
Now, why did I have to send your son to collect you?
Jamie wanted me to meet an old pal of his.
Someone he'd not seen for years.
Now, could I let a friend down?
I ask her, could I?
And what was this old pal's name?
Erm...
He slips the line for the moment.
You sup as a charred cinder.
You don't deserve better anyway.
Now, pet.
Don't come near me. And don't go near the fire.
Those fumes are potent enough to set us all ablaze.
Stacia, my sweet?
Nor am I your sweet.
How dare you waste what precious little we have on Grog?
I've six young mouths to feed apart from your worthless self.
Shame on you!
Why, I continue to put up with such behaviours beyond me.
You try the patience of a saint.
It is a miracle for which I give day any thanks.
Stand back.
Now, not weed on your way round my skirts.
But I be so bold, I ask you.
All the time. Day in, day out.
I'm sorry.
I know we haven't got much.
But at least we have each other.
I can't bear it when you're mad at me.
Say over me.
Come now, woman.
Don't let's retire on such a belligerent note.
Retire? You've not even had your supper yet.
My appetite is for other things.
You're a crude...
shameless...
rogue, sir.
Would you have me any other way?
Can you hear that music?
Where does it remind you of?
The dance when first we met.
Aye.
Tim.
Yes, my love?
You didn't happen to slip old and hit a coin now, did you?
Would I do such a thing?
I ask you.
The children...
Yes, my love?
I'm still awake.
Then you'll sing them a lullaby.
I'm sure the body, Joe,
A body far half of mine had.
Somewhere cast some winding wicks,
But I prefer the heart.
Still everybody cries out,
Joe, coming down the flight.
One for the road, Pete, old mate.
It's virgin, old lass.
I'm sorry, old man.
It's virgin, old lass.
Ah, tis tush. This is an occasion.
It's a rare old night to remember.
Besides,
They'd be right glad of our custom.
Blast me.
This is...
This is an historical
occasion. This
first time ever, a day or night,
that's been bolted, you care that?
Ah, come on, Jamie.
Open up!
The two sorely
pats thirsts out here.
We're closed!
You're
turning away
paying customers.
That's right. Now clear off!
Oh, what are you talking
about, you heartless sassin' hack?
What's all the commotion
about? Some drunk.
Come on, now.
Don't be so miserly.
Oh, go away, we're closed.
That'll be the first
time you've ever had your legs together,
missus. How dare
you! Ah,
shut your gob, you trollop!
Did you hear what that
brute called me? Ah, worry about
him.
Come on,
Jamie. Enough's enough.
There!
That's enough.
Come on, oh, what so
weep, drab?
Jamie, come on.
Easy, easy now, gents.
It's a wee bit of foolery there.
Oh, my,
Mrs. Trollop,
would you?
When I left, I went
back to Jamie.
I was
a little bit
worried.
I was a little bit
worried. I went back to Jamie.
It was heart bad, I could see that.
Bleeding from the nose and mouth.
I didn't know what to do.
Except go for help.
Where did you go, Martin?
To Archie Carmichael,
the butcher.
You went for help to a butcher?
He loves close by, your honor.
It occurs to me,
and perhaps to the jury,
that you were so drunk you didn't know
what you were doing. No,
sir. You don't deny that you
indulged in copious amounts of liquor
during the evening?
No, sir.
Very well.
What happened
next?
Archie fetched Dr. Carr, and we
go a genie into the orica.
Dr. Carr tried to bleed him,
but it wasn't any use.
Jamie was too far
gone.
Then Bentley
went for the traps.
Do you understand the oath
you have taken, boy? Yes, sir.
If you lie under oath
to this court, you will be eternally
damned in hell.
Is that quite clear?
Yes, sir.
Tell me what you saw, or claimed
you saw. Well,
it was the early hours,
maybe one or two o'clock.
Some men and
a woman came out of the hotel
and stopped near our tent.
One moment. How
did you come to see all this?
Shouldn't you have been asleep
at that hour? The noise
brought me, sir. What noise?
Shouting and
breaking glass. But it was
dark, was it not? Moonlight,
sir, and I could see
through the calico of the tent.
Go on.
Mr. Bentley
picked up a spade that was lying near our tent,
and then made off.
Soon I heard more
shouting and scoffing, and like
a heavy blow being struck. But
moonlight or no, you didn't
actually see any blows being struck,
or who struck them.
No, sir.
Proceed.
Next thing, they all
came back, and Mr. Bentley
dropped the spade, and Mr.
Bentley said, that's the way to
shoot them, no hoppers.
Then back into the hotel they went.
How can you be certain it was me,
or my wife?
I live near the hotel.
I know you, sir. I see you
every day.
Can you swear it was me and
me missus?
And be damned, Inel, if you're
wrong.
Well, boy,
answer.
No, sir.
You performed the autopsy,
Dr. Kahn?
I did. What were your findings?
Extensive bruising
to the lip, the right eye
and eyebrow, the forehead, and
back of the right shoulder.
But no wound, or open
cut, or splitting of the skin.
Nothing consistent
with being struck a blow by a
spade. Not in
my opinion. In your opinion,
what was the cause of death?
An effusion of blood
over the brain.
What could cause that?
A fall, perhaps.
There was a disturbance
at the door, your honor. A pair of
trunks kicking up a racket.
They was prevailed upon to leave,
which they did.
We didn't hear from them again until they brought in the body
about an hour or so later.
No one left the hotel in the meantime?
Not in my presence, your honor.
I swear to it.
Back hall needs to bring them up to the nearest tree.
We'll supply the rope.
I wouldn't be too sure.
Foreman,
have you reached a verdict?
Yes, sir. What is your verdict?
Find the deceased
James Scoby was killed by a blow.
I cannot say who inflicted it.
Gentlemen of the jury, you could have found
no other verdict.
I record an open
finding.
I take it, your worship, I take it
that the jury exonerates
me and the character of my house.
Mr. Bentley,
with two witnesses in your favor,
there can of course be no suspicion
directed against you.
Last and fine example of British justice.
Order!
This is all very irregular, Lord.
Not half as irregular as that so-called inquest
into James Scoby's death.
The matter's closed. It was closed. We want it reopened.
As you should know by now, I don't
exceed your demands.
Good day to you, gentlemen.
What's then?
Statements and depositions.
All officially notarized.
To put it bluntly, we don't think
Dr. Williams was impartial enough.
Not bloody impartial at all, in fact.
A matter of opinion, surely.
No, these documents show his conduct was prejudicial.
To say the very least, by God.
The coroner butted in, made uncalled for remarks,
and failed to give witnesses a fair go.
Jamie's brother objected to Henry Green,
a man who boards at the Eureka and a well-known pal
of Bentley's being on the jury.
His objection was quashed. Nine of the twelve jurors
have written a letter objecting to the way evidence was presented.
They reckon they were misdirected
and that their verdict was wrong
and that Bentley must have been implicated.
The letter will be published in the Ballarat Times
so the whole colony can see how justice
was administered at Ballarat.
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But Enzo Ferrari knows that a cow's handling
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Mr. Ferrari's reputation rides on it.
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to improve the handling and safety of your car.
Get Goodyear Grip.
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Everybody loves velvet to brighten up the day.
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On Sunday, May 27th...
I'd like every Australian to join me in Super Walk Australia.
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I was requested to perform a private autopsy by the deceased brother, George Scooby.
Surely, Dr Stewart, your conclusions are the same as Dr Carr's?
Not quite.
You ruled out the puddling spade as the fatal weapon, did you not?
I don't eliminate it entirely.
But you found no gash or cut on the body,
the sort of wound that might have been inflicted by such a weapon?
I did not.
You appear to be contradicting yourself, Doctor.
There were traces of hair and skin on the spade.
Well, who knows how that might have got there.
Our purpose here is to establish the cause of death.
What is your opinion?
And a fusion of blood on the outside of the brain beneath the covering membranes
and blood present in one of the lateral ventricles of the brain.
Caused by what?
A kick or a blow.
Or a fall?
There would need to have been more than one fall.
Isn't it true that as the deceased had consumed so much alcohol,
the slightest blow or fall could have caused a massive hemorrhage?
I... it's possible, I suppose.
I swear, by Almighty God, that I did not leave the Eureka Hotel
in the early hours of the morning in question until I went for the trap.
Er, police.
So help me, God.
The verdict of this preliminary hearing is as follows.
With Assistant Commissioner Johnson dissenting,
the bench has reached a majority decision.
We find the defendants Bentley, Bentley and Farrell have no case to answer.
No stain should attach to their characters.
This means that the defendant,
who has been sentenced to life imprisonment,
has no case to make characters.
Is this?
Clear the court.
Fellow diggers,
this is the very spot where poor Jamie died.
His ghost cries out for vengeance.
That's right, Foyle. We're with you.
I swear to you that I won't rest, and I pray that you won't either,
until his vile murder has been avenged.
Makes the purpose of this meeting
is to collect funds to fight for the prosecution of Bentley and his cronies.
I tell you,
we'll hire the finest legal brains in the colony
and pursue justice till our last quid is spent.
To organize this fund,
we need a man we all know and can trust.
I know only a man who's been a fine friend of mine,
and you all know for his integrity and cool head in a crisis.
A man who is as honest as the day is long.
Peter Lawler.
Cheers! Cheers!
I got two proposals to put before the meeting.
They won't bring poor Jamie back.
Not in will now.
But they go a long way towards righting
the rank injustice we've been asked to swallow.
The first is this,
that this meeting,
not being satisfied with the way proceedings were conducted
into the death of the late James Scoby,
either by the magistrates or the coroner,
pledges itself to use every lawful means
to have the case brought before more competent authorities.
Seconded!
In favor.
That's what Jamie does now.
The other is this,
that this meeting deems it necessary
to collect subscriptions
so a reward can be offered
for the conviction of the murderers.
Seconded, Peter! Seconded!
In favor!
Boys, the way to show your support...
Drinking money, that's all they'll be for.
The Irish Shavuars had a raging thirst.
Be generous.
For poor Jamie's sake.
God bless his merry soul.
For Jamie, boys! Bravo!
Let's go!
Water! Water!
This is an illegal assembly!
I order you to disband!
Go and get your Mr. Spitzewald!
Revolt!
Get going!
I'm deeply concerned about what happened
to the Eureka Hotel.
I understand a number of Catholics took part.
Is this true?
I see it is.
Was there nothing could be done
to prevent this Holocaust?
The place was a blood house, Father.
Run by a rogue and frequented by the lowest types,
it deserved no better.
In heaven's name,
we're talking about the malicious destruction
of private property.
Not to mention the grave risk to human life.
By God's grace, no lives were taken,
but these are mortal sins.
I know, Father.
But you must take into account
Bentley's far greater sin.
And what was that?
Murdering poor Jamie Scobie in cold blood
as sure as I'm sitting here.
Both the inquest and the preliminary inquiry
found differently.
Rigged Father, both of them.
The administration protects its own.
It's not my duty to question the law.
I'm here to provide spiritual guidance for my flock.
And from the look of things,
a large number of them are heading straight to hell.
Perhaps.
The Almighty does not condone such behavior.
It's against all his teachings.
You, as a good Catholic, must see that.
But there was no deliberate plan to burn down the pub.
It just happened.
How could something so terrible just happen?
Feelings were running wild,
and the trap-standing guard there over Bentley
was just too much.
Really, Mrs. Hayes, that's not good enough.
Matthew says, resist not evil,
but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek,
turn to him the other also.
It seems the scriptures have no practical application
here in Ballarat.
We try, Father.
Honestly, we do.
Is that an end to it now?
To the turmoil, I mean.
I doubt it.
For pity's sake,
what must be done to restore a semblance of order
and some Christian charity?
I can't claim to speak for everyone, Father,
but in my opinion,
Bentley must face a proper trial for murder.
We arrested four arsonists
who appeared to be in the thick of things.
Good, good.
Unfortunately, the case was thrown out of court
through lack of evidence.
Arrest more.
I intend to, of course.
However, it's not easy to make the charges stick.
There were hundreds of diggers milling about the hotel
at the time, any one of whom could have been responsible
for starting the blaze.
My dear Reed, you missed the point.
If we let them get away with burning down an hotel,
there'll be no stopping them.
Admittedly, you can't arrest hundreds,
though that would be the most satisfactory solution.
But you can make an example of two or three
who must be made to pay the full penalty.
The problem, Your Excellency,
is in gaining a conviction.
I see no problem.
Next time, they'll be tried in Melbourne.
Yorkie, Westerby, McIntyre and Fletcher,
that's three of them now.
I reckon we should go right down to that camp
and bring them back.
After all, we've got the numbers now.
No! That won't solve anything.
Due process of law must be followed.
The law is an ass.
A quarter-brained ass.
Moral persuasions, all humbug.
I'm telling you, nothing convinces
like a lick in the lung.
Definitely not. We don't want fighting in the streets.
What about our womenfolk and children?
Listen, Johnny, they'll just keep pushing us around
as long as we let them.
Gentlemen, the purpose of this meeting
is to raise funds for the defense of our friends.
Aye. Si.
And you can bet the bile will be higher
than a dung heap from the same ass.
There's enough of us to meet it.
Now who'll start the ball rolling?
Well?
Couple of crowds, Tim.
Four pound 18 in this, Hannah.
Three weeks' diggings, here.
Three pounds.
One pound ten.
Seven pounds.
Gentlemen.
One hundred pounds.
A hundred quid?
The money's alone, you might say.
Until our countrymen are freed.
And then I want it back.
I'll take it.
Bentley and Farrow and Mrs. Bentley
followed him.
They hit and kicked Scoby.
They was urged on by Mrs. Bentley
who was upset by him
breaking the window.
And Scoby called another whore.
But you swore in court nobody left the hotel that night.
I was scared of Bentley.
He told us to say nothing.
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This was the most exciting hour in the circus.
The bewitching hour.
The day's blues and greens
would fade to pink
and to gray.
And then out of her shadows
would burst forth a new world of color.
The stars.
Spangles that shone like jewels.
And everybody could be princes
and princesses for a little while.
Like a fairy story come true.
So why'd you leave it?
No particular reason.
I was just going to
go to the circus.
No particular reason.
Except that I'm the curious sort
and I like to know what's going on in the world.
I do, Charlie.
And anyway, I heard all sorts of stories
about miners that threw gold nuggets
at pretty blonde girls who sang.
And hit them on the head and maimed them for life.
I could go back to it someday.
I could go home with the circus.
Home?
But isn't this home?
For you maybe and a bunch of kangaroos.
Not for me.
But where are we going to live when we get married?
Married? You haven't even proposed yet.
I thought that was taken for granted.
Real romantic, Charlie Ross.
Well, you love me, don't you?
Yes.
Well, then?
Well, then what?
Well, then we should get married.
Why?
Because. Because that's what folks do
that love each other as much as we do.
Besides, that's how all those fairy stories
of yours ended, didn't they?
The prince, the princess,
their whites dying right off together.
Into a sunset of gold and live happily ever after.
Yes.
Sarah, you're my princess.
And that there is your jeweled crown.
The constellation of the Southern Cross.
Share it with me forever.
Charlie, you're asking me to choose
between you and my country.
I need a little time.
You kids are getting in a terrible mess.
Hello, Stasia.
Good day to you.
You haven't seen Charlie, have you?
I missed him last night.
They were here until all hours.
Debating the issues as usual.
Big German chaps joined them.
Old puff and wind if you ask me.
Oh, I see.
Come in.
Thank you.
I'm sorry.
Come in.
Thank you.
If you don't pick up soon, Pett,
we'll have to get the doctor to you.
You like Dr. Doyle, don't you?
Hello, Annie. What's the matter?
Touch of fever.
Oh, poor kid. Do you want me to fetch the doctor?
Later, perhaps.
I'd like to sweat it out if she can.
If your molly cuddled them, they grow up weak.
Just say if you need anything.
I'll do whatever I can.
Thanks, Sarah.
Charles is over in Canadian Gully.
There's a big meeting on over there this morning.
Hush now, Ellen.
What's up?
Charlie seems to revel in strife.
He was a soldier, so I suppose it comes natural to him.
But do you feel different?
It frightens me, Stasia.
All this talk about injustice and rights and fighting,
I mean, who knows where it'll end?
It has to be resolved, one way or the other.
I suppose so.
We can't just let them ride roughshod over us.
No, of course not.
It's just I feel so strongly about Charlie.
He's asked me to marry him.
Oh, Sarah, that's grand.
Congratulations.
Well, I...
You see, I haven't accepted him yet.
If not...
Oh, I know. It's silly.
I love him. I want to marry him, but not in this...
This desolate place.
I want to take him back home with me to the states
where it's safe and settled.
I see.
But Charlie's life is here and his friends are here.
Is that so wrong?
A woman should stick with her man.
Wherever he goes, whatever he does.
Like you?
If you like.
But I'm scared, Stasia. I know...
Don't you ever fear of losing Tim?
Never?
Time enough to worry about that when it happens.
If it happens.
Oh, Stasia, I wish I had your courage.
Oh, Tosh, girl.
You've got enough for what you want to do.
Have you read this rag stall?
No, Your Excellency.
Nothing but muckraking.
It alleges the diggers are worse off than Russian serfs or American slaves.
And that taxation without representation is unconstitutional, mindless drivel.
It even contends the Victorian constitution is a phantom.
Have you ever heard anything so preposterous?
No.
Do we get any support from the Argus or the Age?
No, Sir Charles.
Nothing at all?
Most of the newspapers are equally scurrilous.
Gutter press, stirring up more trouble.
I was wondering, Your Excellency, whether it's feasible to govern by military occupation.
What the hell do you mean?
Really, Charles?
That's how Bellerat is referred to in some places.
Oh, is it?
The press is the only source, is all that's necessary to restore order.
Yes, no doubt, Your Excellency.
I suppose there may be some genuine grievances among all this trumpery.
What are you implying?
If we were to institute a board of inquiry into the Bellerat riot,
the press would have to commend our fair-mindedness.
Don't you think?
They might even be obliged to acknowledge the error of their ways.
The Bellerat riot
Ladies and gentlemen, I've got an announcement to make.
I'd like you all to join us in another celebration.
Sarah and I are going to get married.
Oh!
Congratulations, Sarah.
So you've decided to stay?
No, Charlie and I are going to go back to the States.
Oh, we'll miss you both.
Thank you.
Charlie?
Yes!
Come on, up here.
Up here.
Come on, up here.
You seem far away tonight, Peter.
I suppose I am.
What's troubling you?
I had a letter from Alicia.
She's not at all happy with me.
Oh?
She reckons I'm holding back on her.
And have you?
I suppose so.
What sort of things?
All about the troubles here.
She knows the worse it gets, the more likely it is I'll become involved.
I don't want her worrying and
threatening about that.
This is not Ireland.
But we are the same people.
And we, none of us can change our natures.
There's not a holy chance of it.
Maybe.
Is that all that's hailing you?
It goes deeper.
I want so much for us,
Alicia and me.
A decent house.
A family free from ugly oppression at every turn.
I don't know how much I can provide.
Or for how long.
It's a big fight, Lumen,
and no way of shirking it.
I should hope not.
Fintan died at forty-two, a broken man.
What kind of life is that to offer a fine girl like Alicia?
Have you told her these thoughts of yours?
No.
Oh, Peter, Peter, you're letting the poor girl
flounder in the dark.
No wonder she's taken a piece out of you.
Don't you care enough to confide in her
and let her make the choice?
I love her, Stacia.
More than anything else on earth.
And for pity's sake, tell her.
And let her decide if your life's to be her life,
through thick and thin, health and sickness,
to be your life.
Health and sickness.
All our rebellion, if it comes to that,
till death do you part.
Alicia's from County Queen, remember.
Trust her to make the right decision.
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with Magistrate Dewes during his trial.
On one occasion, I saw him in Mr. Dewes' room
with his feet up on the table drinking liquor.
During the course of the hearing,
I observed Mr. Bentley sit between two of the jurors.
I saw him whisper into one of them, Green.
It was common knowledge that Green drank regularly at Bentley's hotel.
While the jury were retired,
I saw the coroner speak to Mr. Bentley in a far corner of the room.
When the jury returned its verdict,
Bentley asked if it exonerated himself
and the character of his house from all suspicion.
The coroner replied without reference to the jury
that there could be no suspicion against him.
I swear that I was not in the Eureka Hotel
more than three times in my life.
I believe Mr. Bentley to be a reputable man.
And that as chairman of the licensing board,
I have never received any evidence
that his house was in any way disreputable.
Samuel Butler, I'm a gold digger.
On the morning of the 26th of October,
I passed by Sergeant Major Millman.
He made some remark about me looking at him.
When I left the court building, he arrested me.
I was locked up without any charge being laid.
My name is John Butler, gold digger.
I was apprehended for not having a license.
We were marched six miles to the lockup,
which was swarming with rats.
There were three blankets for nine men.
The water we were given to drink
had been used for washing a dog.
It was quite soapy, and it had fur in it.
Is there any further evidence?
I have a written protest from the diggers, your worship.
There being no further business,
I declare this inquiry closed.
The Lieutenant Governor has received the report
of the Board of Inquiry.
It's his expressed wish that Sergeant Major Millman
be prosecuted for accepting bribes.
Yes, Mr. Reid.
About time, too.
That fellow tried to drop me in it.
Foul turncoat.
As for you, Deuce, your services are no longer required.
What?
Your name has been struck from the Commission of the Peace.
You can't be serious.
You think yourself lucky you're not facing charges as well.
I'm no more guilty of misdemeanors than you are.
If I have to go, you will, too.
That's not how the Lieutenant Governor sees it.
No, because you've got friends in high places,
and you've made me the scapegoat.
You're only yourself to blame, Deuce.
You were greedy and careless.
You were caught with your hand in the till.
Do you deny that?
Now, if you don't mind, I'm busy.
Look at you now, Bill.
Are we going on?
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What are you doing here? You promised to write. I did? Such mealy-mouthed letters
omitting everything of even passing interest. There's been a murder and riots here and I've
not heard a word out of you, not a P. I've been left to garner what I can from the Geelong
advertiser. I didn't want to distress you. You failed miserably. Have you no idea of
the torture you put me through? Torture? Sitting down there in the back water of Geelong is
like being on the wreck. Now if I can't be here I have to know what's happening. Right
you! Pull her up! You don't care to put this for me do you? I'm very fond of you Alicia,
as you know. How should I know? Well I'm not much of a one with words. Oh you have no trouble
at all with words when talking to Uncle Patrick I notice. Well that's different. Different?
What's different about it? He's a person just like me. But I'm not in love with him. Love?
Yes. I hope, I hope you don't use that word lightly sir. Come on where are you you lazy
girl? I love you Alicia and I want to marry you. Well how is it that after all this time
you've never asked me? I don't have much to offer. But you have yourself. That's all I
want. All right then will you marry me Alicia? Yes. Peter! Now this tall ugly trap he has
spoiled a young chap. Up the gully a cotton like fire. So he quickly gave chase but twice
a hard race. But mind you the digger could run. Down the hole he did pop while the bobby
up top said just come up shaking his staff. Young man of the crown if you're wants me
come down for I'm not to be caught by such charm. But this Russia no fear he quite shorn
the idea of throwing the earth like a mold. Hold it, hold it. I just heard Bentley and
Farrell were convicted of manslaughter. Mrs. Bentley got off. What they crack? Three years
on the roads. Three years hard for cold blooded bloody murder. Any word on our mates? McIntyre
got three months Fletcher four and Yorkie six. Six? What the boy bodge we know that.
We should take hostages from the camp and trade them against Fletcher, McIntyre and
Yorkie. That will show them what we must act now. Well the time is right. I agree with
our long Ligadanovirian friend. By the time we finish talking ourselves blue in the face
and scratching our bums the place will be impregnable. Actions speak louder than words.
We must show them who we are, what we are made of and then we bargain from our position
of strength. Hold on that means bloodshed. Not our blood, theirs. I wish I shared your
confidence Frederick. That we're an untrained mob up against trained soldiers. But we would
swamp them with numbers. There'd still be casualties on both sides. I have experience
in the supply of army. We train our own soldiers it won't take long. Soon we have the biggest
army in the colony. We don't know our deputation to Hawtham has failed yet. For all we know
he may come back with a free partner at the very least to compromise. A compromise? Horse
water we know what is just we take it. The delegates return on Wednesday's coach. We
got nothing to lose by waiting till then. Nothing to lose he says. Only the initiative.
I say we grab it with both hands. It was the night before Christmas and all through the
house not a creature was stern not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney
with care in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. Children were nestled all
snug in their beds while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. Mama and a kerchief
and me and my cat had settled our brains for a long winter's nut. When out on the lawn
arose an awful clatter I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window
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of the new fallen snow gave a luster of midday to objects below. When what to my wondering
eyes should appear but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer. Little old driver
so lively and quick I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. Tell what he looked like
when he came down the chimney. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot and his
clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of toys he'd flung on his
back and he looked like a peddler just open his eyes hella twinkled his dimples how merry
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blue background. What are you talking about? A flag. For us for Australia. Diggers uniting
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Where's your license? Don't give me that chance. I'm not going to give you that chance. I'm
dumb sure. You're in the diggings. You need a license. You're under arrest. Give me your
hands. You ugly toad. He was fined for his unprovoked attack on one of the troopers.
Bulldust. How could Johan attack an able bodied policeman? Assistant Commissioner Johnston
merely discharged his duty. And does his duty permit him to condone any outrage? Come now
Lord I saw the troopers report. A most reliable man. Lion scum all I. Remember where you are
Lord or I'll have you forcibly ejected. Now what is it you want? A fine withdrawn and
an apology. Out of the question. You've bitten off more than your bargain for it is time
Reid. And by God I'll see a choke on it. I appeal to you Mr. Lollock. What steps can
be taken to reduce this antagonism? It will all depend on Reid father. Oh? We've sent
a deputation to see him. What would that be about? The insult to you father. To me? We
think that by attacking Johan they're really striking at you and the Irish Catholic community
in Ballarat. But surely it was more likely to be an unpremeditated act by a misguided
individual. We don't think so father. We think it goes deeper than that. Otherwise there
would be no need to impose the fines. Or amend the charge in such a ridiculous fashion. Now
it's all part of a continuing war of attrition between them and us. And we want it to pass.
Not this time. Or ever again. I'm sure this will only lead to more acrimony. But you must
admit father. We've got right on our side. I've come to you Mr. Reid because I'm alarmed
about the continuing dissension here in Ballarat. We seem to be no nearer to reconciliation.
In fact, I've just observed fresh incitement. More diggers congregating on Beakery Hill.
How many father? Eight. Nine hundred perhaps. Were they armed? Some of them, yes. Nine hundred
armed men? I'm deeply concerned about the welfare of my flock. Your flock be damned.
I need more reinforcements. Sergeant! How many? Another forty odd. Reid's got the window.
My Lord Bishop. The alarming progress things are making here induces me to write for your
advice. I really don't know how to act. A monster meeting will be held here on Wednesday.
Considering the sullen excitement pervading the whole of the diggings, I don't and cannot
foresee a peaceful conclusion. In fact, my impression is everything tends towards insurrection.
I beg your advice. What am I to do? Am I to place myself against the meeting being held?
If I cannot achieve this, am I to attend it and strive to moderate the popular feeling?
From my disposition, I would not like to mix in that large assembly. But if you see it
right, I shall follow your commands. You are the most respected man on the diggings,
Mr. Lawler. The men will listen to you. It's therefore incumbent upon you to make them
see reason. I've tried, my Lord. Earlier today, a detachment of soldiers was waylaid on the
Eureka Road. Supply wagons were overturned. One of the drivers seriously injured and a
drummer boy shot. I condemn it as an act of cowardice, no matter who was involved. You
have no knowledge of this? None. Am I to understand that there are marauding bands of diggers
out there, striking at whim? I'm afraid so, my Lord. The men have been pushed beyond endurance.
What is it that they demand that is worth the spilling of one drop of human blood? They
ask for equality. And they'll get it when the new constitution bill is passed. Surely
they can rein in their impatience until then? It depends. On what? On when the bill's passed,
what provisions it contains, and whether our rights have been recognized. His Excellency
has nothing more at heart than to be acquainted with your grievances. And he will apply fitting
and speedy remedies to them. I pledge you that. Then it's up to him. We've sent him
an official deputation, spelled out our demands. If he rejects them... Insurrection will bring
nothing but carnage, bloodshed and tears, widows and orphans. As a good Catholic Peter,
you must surely see that. I do, my Lord. Then you must do everything in your power to prevent
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As you know, I came 16,000 miles across to Oslo. A reasonable distance I thought from
tyranny and oppression. I had a dream, a wonderful dream. I dreamed that we met here
together to give thanks to our father in heaven for a wonderful harvest. For the first time
in this hour adopted land, we had food for the whole year. We earned it and we deserved
it. No, no, no, not so my friends. This government is depriving us of our very sustenance. It's
snatching the food from our mouths. You said a mouthful, sir. We must meet. We must meet
as in all Europe for the redress of grievances inflicted upon us. Not by crown the heads,
oh no, but by blockheads who never did it. My friends, mates, fellow diggers, I call
on you irrespective of our nationality, religion or color to salute with me the Southern Cross
to do something about this. It's getting completely out of hand. I do my best father, but I don't
like the odds. Although he has the power to do so, Sir Charles Hatham has refused to release
our mates or give them a pardon. He promises us manhood suffrage, but he doesn't say when.
Next year perhaps or the year after. He says it's out of his hands now and that we must
wait on her majesty's pleasure. Now I ask you, are we prepared to wait on her majesty?
What? I warn you. This is not the time for hasty actions. Although there's a rage within
us all, we must lay our plans carefully because from now on we are in direct conflict with
her majesty's government. From now on there can be no turning back. I propose a meeting
to be held next Sunday at the Adelphi Theater to elect a new committee to formulate new
policies. What I propose, I propose that this meeting take immediate steps to abolish the
unjustifiable tax on free labor by burning their licences. Ending the event of any member
being arrested for having no license. That the united people will under all circumstances
defend and protect them. I served in this district for two years.
And I hope I served you well. I think Mr. Byrne's position is an extreme one and will
only lead to fierce retribution. With the committee's permission, I wish to propose
an amendment. And that is that no licenses be burnt. Seconded. Seconded by Fowler-Smith.
Those in favor? Against? Not carried, I'm afraid, Fowler.
Gentlemen, many a time I've seen large public meetings pass resolutions with the same earnestness
that you've shown here today. Yet when it came time to test that sincerity, it was found
that indeed the spirit was willing but the flesh was weak. Now I ask you if one of our
number is back to the lockup because he hasn't got a license, will a thousand of you volunteer
to liberate that man? Will two thousand of you come forward? Will four thousand men volunteer
to march on the camp and liberate that man? Are you ready to die for it?
The
Arrest them.
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Our sovereign lady the Queen charges and commands all persons being assembled immediately
to disperse themselves and peaceably depart their local business upon the pains contained
in the first year of King George. God save the Queen. On your way or you'll all be arrested.
Stasia come in. What's the matter? The traps have done over the house and cleaned us out.
I hate having to ask but I need some money in a hurry. Sure how much? Ten pounds. We'll
pay you back as soon as we can. The boys have got themselves in a spot of trouble locked
up for burning their licenses. Charlie too? I expect so. Alright let's go then. Thank
you Ms. Jemisin. I must say I'm surprised to see you here Mrs. Hayes. Why? Because your
men ransacked my house and robbed us of every penny we had. That's a serious allegation
to make. Do you have proof? If I had all the proof in the world would it make a scrap of
difference? You know I take it this is another of those wild accusations that can't bear
the slightest scrutiny. You shouldn't waste your brass on the likes of Ross Ms. Jemisin.
It isn't worth it. None of them rebels are. Those men... Thank you for your concern Sir
Major but I'll choose my own friends and I'll support them any way I see fit. And if you
don't like it you can go fry in hell. It's unwise to take their part Ms. Jemisin. Oh?
You're a guest in the colony remember? You should pay due respect to our laws. Even if
that law is unfair and shabby and administered by a pack of hoodlums? Your consul has publicly
warned all Americans to stay out of these disturbances. It's sound advice. You should
heed it. Your receipts miss.
Go on! Go on! Go on! Go on!
It's my duty to swear you all in and take with you the oath to be faithful to the Southern
Cross. Hear me with attention. The man who, after taking this solemn oath, does not stand
by our standards is a coward in heart. I order those persons who don't intend to take the
oath to leave this meeting at once. Let all divisions under arms fall in round the flagstaff.
We swear by the Southern Cross to stand truly by each other and to stand with you in the
fight to defend our rights and liberties. Amen. Amen.
See the conclusion of Eureka Stockade tomorrow night at 8.45 here on Channel 5A. Next Sunday
night at half past eight join us for Jane Fonda, Lily Tomlin, Dolly Parton, 9 to 5.
Stay tuned now for Making a Living followed by It Is Written.
Thank you.
River growers, Wren Mark and Loxton, trust you have enjoyed Eureka!