The Shearer - Page 44: ‘Let’s give it a go.’ Bluey swung his swag across his shoulder as he stretched his body upright. Joe followed. Moonjaree Creek flowed fast. ‘How’re we going to know how deep it is?’ Bluey asked. ‘Can you swim?’ Joe questioned. ‘Not very well I can dog paddle.’ Bluey admitted. ‘Alright, I’ll go first and you follow. If it gets too deep we’ll turn back, but if I keep going then you’ve got to keep going.’ Joe shouted loud enough for Bluey to understand. Bluey nodded. ‘Come on, let’s go.’ Joe swung his swag over his shoulder and made his way to the edge of the water. ‘I’d reckon it’s about twenty yards across. The water is flowing fast so if it gets higher than your shoulders then start dog padding, okay.’ ‘What’s keeping you, let’s go.’ Bluey shouted. Joe entered the water, the force almost throwing him off balance. He walked slowly with one foot after the other, moving from the edge toward the centre of the creek. He looked behind to see Bluey struggling about two yards behind him, looking pale, his eyes wide open. Rain continued to fall heavily. Through the force of water and depth of the crossing, it soon reached Joe’s knees. Step by step he continued until he felt the water reach his waist. ‘Is this foolish.’ It was too far to go back and he needed all his strength to force his legs to go forward. ‘How’re you going Bluey?’ Joe twisted his body to look behind to see where Bluey was. Suddenly he stopped in midstream. ‘Look out Bluey! A bloody snake is heading straight for you look out!’ He screamed at the top of his lungs. A mulga snake highly venomous which would kill a man within minutes. Joe threw his swag into the water, pulled his way toward Bluey.
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