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312 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1983
I thought about it for a moment, and decided what I’d do. I pulled my canoe around to the steps and promised another kid thrippence, when I got paid, to steady it for me while I put the crabs in – onw bag at each end to balance it. Then I got in myself, very carefully, and settled myself in the middle, between them. Then I paddled away from the jetty.
‘Gawd!’ someone yelled out after me. ‘You gone barmy, or something? Paddling to Perth!’
I didn’t think it was all that much to shout about. We used to run canoe races out to the second and third channel posts, and it was nothing. I reckoned to paddle to Perth would be just like doing maybe five or six races out to the third post. I looked around me. The water was as smooth and shiny as our dining room lino, and when I looked over the side of my canoe it was so clear I could see the bottom as plainly as if I was looking at it through a pane of glass.
It would have been different if it had been like the floods last winter when the waves had been as high as the sea, and the current in the middle of the river was like the rapids in Canada, and the water was dark brown with mud… (p.118)
‘A bloke,’ I said. ‘A real toff. He offered me thrippence for each of them if I took them in to that place, the Weld Club. You know? In town?’ I suppose I was too full of myself to see how dangerous it was getting. ‘I took them over in my canoe.’
‘You what?’ My mother sat down suddenly and leaned her head in her hands, hiding her eyes. I stared at her. I wondered what had happened to her. After a moment or two she took her hands away and stared back at me.
‘You paddled right over to Perth, in your canoe, with two bags of crabs in it?’
‘Yes, mum.’ All of a sudden I knew what I’d said, and what I’d be in for. ‘It wasn’t…’
‘Jesus God!‘ my mother said. She almost never swore… (p.124)