I was born In the desert. I never saw my mother or father. They died in the desert. When I was crawling age I went to Christmas Creek Station. I was promised to an old man, he had two wives. We had no clothes. All our family who were already living at the station gave us clothes. We were all frightened. The station manager was hitting people so we ran away. The police tracked us down and put chains around the men. They tied my husband up. Then I worked at the main quarters for the police – collecting eggs and washing plates.
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