I have found time to do some reading lately. Two reasons - it's our wet season here and work outside is not comfortable, and I have been creating a reading room at our historic village and have come across several old books.
I like factual books, personal experiences from the old days. I found a battered old thing, published in 1933, titled Camel Pads. It details the journeys of one Bruce Plowman, a padre with the Australian Inland Mission. His patrol took in a lot of Central Australia and his journey with a string of recalcitrant camels took him from Oodnadatta to Tennant Creek and back, a trek of six months duration. He tells of his near death experiences with drought, attacks by wild blacks, cattle stampedes, days of 125 degrees in the shade, his ministering to the tough characters of the Outback and the people he met on his round in the most remote and inhospitable part pf the country.
There are some wonderful descriptions of country, amusing dialogue in pidgin English with the natives, and some expressions which would be considered very politically incorrect these days.
And I love his impeccable grammar. Speaking of bush wives who give help readily to all in need: ... finding strength and inspiration in a happy home presided over by one of those gracious women - than whom there are none better - the bush wives.