A Letter From the Bush

Dere frend,

I dont no wot’s comin to the young fellers round
ear their all wantin to by a gun an go bushragin
an me missus sez its a hepidemik but wotever it
is it seems to be cachin. young Ab Cully was
the last to cach it round ear, e collered is dads
ole mussel loder an set out to be a reel bad man
e got to Perkins store an sez to Perkins put yer
ands up but Perkins sed e cudnt becos the
rumatis was on im bad agen so Ab sez thers
not much fun in bushragin when a man cant
put is ands up and ed ave to go back an look
up the book to see wot dedwood dik wud do in
the circais mar met im comin acrost the paddick
an as you no Missus Cully is a big ror boned sort
of woman with a will of er own she tuk im ome
by one of is big ears an no one nos wot appened,
but Ab aint never menshuned bushragin since
o sox now that e thinks ed like to be a buty akter
like the one e seen on the lillun lars time e was
in town is mar dont say nothin excep one good
muther is worth a scud of silly perlice an I think
she about rite.

There aint nothin els noo excep the missus as
to give up the ides of goin in for the buty
competishun, she sez somewan told er a lie
when they sez karosene was good for the
complexshun, hoppin you are the same

—Yours truly,

BEN BOWYANG.