Drover by Neridah McMullin illustrated by Sarah Anthony

Courageous, clever and daring, Drover is one of a kind. Travelling through the heart of the outback, Drover delivers a mob of cattle. Searing heat, dust and flies, hardship and danger: these are just part of the job. But there’s no place Drover would rather be.

Drover is a beautifully told, quintessentially Australian story which will give readers an insight into an interesting aspect of rural life.  The energy of the story perfectly matches the pace of the cattle, from slow moving through to still and at rest and then onto the wild night-time stampede. 

The writing in this book is nostalgic and it is also evocative of time and place – the heat of midday, the cool of the evening and the rising dust are explained using lyrical phrases such as ‘A hush descends over the bush’; ‘At full tilt, they nudge and bump into each other, dangerously teetering’; ‘They lie down near the fire, letting out a huff as they fall asleep.’   

It was wonderful that Neridah McMullin waited until the second last page to reveal the gender of Drover although readers could discover this from the back cover blurb. I wish Walker Books Australia had not included her name and instead had written "This is the truly remarkable story of a legendary drover."

The spare text allows readers to ‘fill in the blanks’ working out who Drover is, where she is going and why. The use of droving terminology adds an authenticity to the story. Shifty, the naughty one, is also perfectly named and depicted. His eyes look so shifty. 

The book mentions Lancewood and I discovered it is a species of Acacia with long dark thorns. These trees grow in Queensland and the Northern Territory. I think this detail could perhaps have been included in the glossary but that is a very minor criticism. The glossary and biography pages are very useful additions to this book. The glossary is not in alphabetical order but then I realised it was presented in the order in which the words were used in the story and this makes it easier for younger children to navigate. 

Image source: Neridah McMullin

The illustrations in Drover instantly plunged me into the dry and dusty outback, and brought the words to life. Sarah Anthony demonstrates her artistic skills in this book especially with her use light (bright sunlight) and dark. There is so much to enjoy about these illustrations. Sarah Anthony perfectly captures the colour of the red soil in the outback. Her night time scenes add to the atmosphere of the story. I love the change from the red ochre to the dark teal blue of the night skies. Her horses are also perfect and the cattle are beautifully rendered with their stark white faces and the way she shows their temperaments so clearly on their faces. There is so much movement, too, such as in the scenes where Drover chases the marauding herd. The pages somehow feel hot in the summer sun and cool in the night air and you can hear the stillness of the night and the thunder of the hooves as the cattle stampede into the night. 

In this stunning book those pleasures are brought to life by the lyrical text and the evocative illustrations as the reader joins Drover on the trail as the herd of bullocks are moved over the vast interior of this country.  Even though each day seems to be a repeat of the routine of the one before it, the ever-changing land and skyscapes make each unique and enjoyable, even though they are bone-weary and saddle-sore The Bottom Shelf

This is a fine, heroic tale, strong on iconic images of Australian ruggedness Reading Time

You could pair this book with our famous poems:

You could also contrast the life of the Edna Jessop with the woman in this poem.

The Shearer's wife by Louis Esson

Before the glare o’ dawn I rise

To milk the sleepy cows, an’ shake

The droving dust from tired eyes,

Look round the rabbit traps, then bake

The children’s bread.

There’s hay to stook, an’ beans to hoe,

An’ ferns to cut in the scrub below,

Women must work, when men must go

Shearing from shed to shed.

 

I patch an’ darn, now evening comes,

An’ tired I am with labour sore,

Tired o’ the bush, the cows, the gums,

Tired, but we must dree for long months more

What no tongue tells.

The moon is lonely in the sky,

Lonely the bush, an’ lonely I

Stare down the track no horse draws nigh,

An’ start . . . at the cattle bells.

Read more about Edna Jessop

The Weekly Times Edna Zigenbine drove 1550 head across the country at 22

Background information from Neridah McMullin

Here is an interview with illustrator Sarah Anthony

The other day I explored a different book about droving written for a younger audience.

Christmas Always Comes

Here is another book by Neridah McMullin:

Fabish the Horse that Braved a Bushfire