Walkabout Page #5

I'm an employee of the company.

They own all this,

and the mine.

- What's the company?

- You touch their cans and you'll soon find out.

- Where's the mine?

- It's shut.

- What was in it?

- Nothing. That's why they shut it.

Do people come through here?

- We give them tours, same as anyone.

- When will they-

I don't know.

They never send me a card.

- How often do they-

- I don't know!

You'll have to wait.

You'll find it down the road.

- What?

- Where you're staying.

Don't touch anything!

Would you like to see

the rest of the town?

We shan't have to wait long.

Someone will come soon.

Can we go see the mines?

Yes, if you like.

- Can I go and play?

- Yes. Don't go far.

- Be careful.

- I'll be all right.

What's there?

Nothing.

- Hey!

- Yes!

Watch!

- What?

- Watch!

- Are you watching?

- Yes.

Well?

- What shall we do now?

- I know. Let's-

Hi, doll.

Well, they've made a decision.

I get Graham's job when he

leaves Friday, Ian takes over mine...

and Robby and Alan

go over to accounts.

Which means Old Mal

looks like being out of a job.

Still, it's his own fault.

What?

Nothing.

With all this changing around, there's bound

to be good news as far as salary's concerned.

I tell you, doll. In two years,

we'll be holidaying on the Gold Coast.

Into my heart,

an air that kills...

from yon far country blows.

What are those blue

remembered hills?

What spires,

what farms are those?

That is the land

of lost content,

I see it shining plain,

the happy highways

where I went...

and cannot come again.

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