53[Low, James Galloway, Letters, 1904-91, Battye Library, MN681, ACC2612A, Letter from Jim to his sister Jane, 04 July 1912]

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Two of the white divers have got "fed up" and shook the sand of Broome from their feet, there is now only five left. I am afraid "white diving" is doomed. Meg says that "Diving" was to be included in the Ordinary School curriculum or that there was a rumour to that effect, owing to the actions of the Aus Govt. I call that planting unhealthy seeds of false romance in defenceless youngsters' brains, their imaginations fired with visions of monstrous jewels of fabulous value waiting to be picked up off the ground floor of Fairyland. And the rotten tucker and the roaring sou-easter and the little craft with the contemptible dog kennel misnamed a cabin where you get gyrated and bumped like a spud in a patent rotary peeler in the unstilly watches of the night and pray for daylight on the arrival of which you crawl thence with contorted anatomy and a feeling in your inside as if somebody had beem mixing you up with a porridge spurtle, and the snarling cockeye and the raving typhoon that catches you and dessicates. 'Tis the true romance when you're ten thousand miles away but it isn't known by that name here.

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