'So his name's James Tyson,' said my drover acquaintance, looking at the plate.
'Why! Didn't you know that before?' I asked.
'No; but I knew he was a union man.'
It turned out, afterwards, that J. T. wasn't his real name―only 'the name he went by.'
Anyhow he was buried by it, and most of the 'Great Australian Dailies' have mentioned in their brevity columns that a young man named James John Tyson was drowned in a billabong of the Darling last Sunday.
We did hear, later on, what his real name was; but if we ever chance to read it in the 'Missing Friends Column,' we shall not be able to give any information to heart-broken Mother or Sister or Wife, nor to anyone who could let him hear something to his advantage―for we have already forgotten the name.
