Australian Access Federation

You are here: Home Corpora Corpus of Oz Early English 2-111 (Text)

2-111 (Text)

Item metadata
addressee,family author,male,Tingley, Henry,un
Word Count :
Plaint Text :
Private Written
Private Correspondence
Clark, 1977
Document metadata

2-111-plain.txt — 2 KB

File contents

Ansley, 15 June 1835.
Dear Mother and Father,
This comes with my kind love to you, hoping to find you in good health as, thank God, it leaves me at present very comfortable indeed. I have a place at a farm-house, and I have got a good master, which I am a great deal more comfortable than I expected. I works the same as I were at home; I have plenty to eat and drink, thank God for it. I am allowed two ounces of tea, one pound of sugar, 12 pounds of meat, 10 pounds and a half of flour, two ounces of tobacco, the week; three pair of shoes, two suits of clothes, four shirts, a year; that is the allowance from Government. But we have as much to eat as we like, as some masters are a great deal better than others. All a man has got to mind is to keep a still tongue in his head, and do his master's duty, and then he is looked upon as if he were at home; but if he don't he may as well be hung at once, for they would take you to the magistrates and get 100 of lashes, and then get sent to a place called Port Arthur to work in irons for two or three years, and then he is disliked by everyone I hope you will study these few lines which I have wrote to you, my dear mother and father, brothers and sisters and all my friends belonging to me in that country; this country is far before England in everything, both for work and money. Of a night, after I have done my work, I have a chance to make a few shillings; I can go out hunting or shooting of kangaroo, that is about the size of a sheep, or ducks or swans, tigers, tiger-cats or native cats; there is nothing that will hurt a man but a snake, they are about five or six feet long, but they will get away if they can. I have dogs and a gun of my own, thank God for it, to make me a few shillings, anything that I want; thank God, I am away from all beer-shops, there is ne'er a one within 20 miles of where I live.  I have a fellow-prisoner living with me, which he is a shoemaker, and he is learning me to make shoes, which will be a great help to me; in about two years I shall be able to make a pair of shoes myself; then, thank God for it, I am doing a great deal better than ever I was at home, only for the wanting you with me, that is all my uncomfortableness is in being away from you. Dear father and mother, I hope you will understand it what I have wrote to you in this letter, as it gave me much pleasure in writing it, and always will, let me be where - Dear mother and father I have eight years to serve with my master, and then I shall have a ticket of