The horse reared and the drover’s knife slipped from the saddlebag and cut a long, deep gash in the drover’s leg. He was a long, long way from help in outback northern New South Wales. A tough, nuggety young chap, he refused to go to the doctor in Bourke. But he was eventually persuaded to be seen by the patrolling Methodist Sisters. So they set up a clinic in the Collerina Post Office - a long distance north-east of Bourke.
The young Queensland drover’s leg was smooth as silk and tough as leather from his years of growing up in the saddle. Not a hair to be seen on the insides of his legs. But when Sister Marj Wilkinson and her then colleague, Sister Winnie Bowmer, tried to suture the gash, their delicate suture needles broke. One by one, until Marj asked for a sewing needle. The drover was so tough, he never even winced.
The postmaster’s wife hurried away and came back with her curved darning needles, which Marj and Winnie boiled (to sterilise). But the darning needles also snapped on the leathery leg. Then the postmaster got an idea and went out to a shed. He came back with a huge upholstery needle. That one did the trick!
That nursing emergency occurred in the long 1940s drought, when sheep and cattle were droved thousands of miles from dry pastures of inland Queensland and New South Wales down south to the fertile pastures in rain-happy Victoria. This drover’s accident occurred on one such droving muster.
Author Stephanie Somerville recalled this account as one of the favourite stories that Sister Marj Wilkinson liked to tell when she entertained audiences after the publication of her biography. Stephanie was honoured to be invited to speak about Angels of Augustus at ‘Reality Bites’ non-fiction literary festival in Cooroy last Sunday – after the grief of losing Marj it seemed all the more special, like being a torch-bearer.
Our very own much-loved Marj Wilkinson Somerville would have wanted to be there herself – as she loved public speaking and she entertained her audiences so delightfully - but she must have been looking in from heaven with her blessing all the same.
Light drizzling rain set the scene for a quiet Cooroy on the Sunday afternoon as events across Noosaville and Cooroy were wound up for the first weekend.
There’ll be a second weekend that includes two workshops and a much-anticipated pitching clinic – with a panel comprising a former literary agent, a film producer, a non-fiction publisher from uqp and the theatre guru of zeal theatre. I wonder how many authors will pitch and what will result from it.
This is the third year for Reality Bites – a non-fiction literary festival on Queensland’s Sunshine Coast hinterland. It is a treat – with a wide range of authors and topics to please and inform all sorts of people.

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