My name's Dick Marston, Sydney-side native. I'm twenty-nine years old, six feet in my stocking soles, and thirteen stone weight. Pretty strong and active with it, so they say. I don't want to blow - not here, any road - but it takes a good man to put me on my back, or stand up to me with the gloves, or the naked mauleys. I can ride anything - anything that ever was lapped in horsehide - swim like a musk-duc ...Täielik kirjeldus
My name's Dick Marston, Sydney-side native. I'm twenty-nine years old, six feet in my stocking soles, and thirteen stone weight. Pretty strong and active with it, so they say. I don't want to blow - not here, any road - but it takes a good man to put me on my back, or stand up to me with the gloves, or the naked mauleys. I can ride anything - anything that ever was lapped in horsehide - swim like a musk-duck, and track like a Myall blackfellow. Most things that a man can do I'm up to, and that's all about it. As I lift myself now I can feel the muscle swell on my arm like a cricket ball, in spite of the - well, in spite of everything.