I’m reading an Ozzie book about drovers, cattlemen, horse traders, Aborigines, deserts, animals, heat and cross-country transport. An autobiography beginning one hundred years ago.
Cattle stations, farms, ranches, whatever you wish to call them were big. Make that massive. Here in NZ we hear of early stations (farms) of tens of thousands of acres, those in the Northern Territory (NT), and adjacent states were thousands of square miles (much bigger than acres or kilometres).
Mostly desert, travel was tough and still is. Just as our freezing Otago storms over barren hills killed many a prospector, the scorching barren deserts put many travellers to a slow gruesome death, eaten by birds, animals and insects. Freezing to death is said to be a nicer way to go…
I’m not keen on deserts,…