“You are insolent, my man. If you don’t pay the money at once I’ll give you just ten minutes to clear out, and then I shall order my men to burn down your hut. You will find that you can’t defy the Government with impunity.”
“Burn away, if you like, and much good may it do you.” Pointing to his whaleboat on the beach, “There’s the ship I came here in from Melbourne, and that’s the ship I shall go back in, and you daren’t hinder me.”
Mr. Reeve was present, watching the proceedings and listening. He had influential friends in Sydney, had a station at Snake Ridge, a special survey on the Tarra, and he felt that it would be advisable to pour oil on the troubled waters. He said:
“I must beg of you, Mr. Tyers, to excuse Davy. He is our pilot, and there is no man in Gippsland better qualified for that post, nor one whose services have been so useful to the settlers both here and at the lakes. We have already requested the Government to appoint him pilot at the port; we are expecting a reply shortly, and it will be only reasonable that he should be allowed a site for his hut.”
“You see, Mr. Reeve, I must do my duty,” said Mr. Tyers, “and treat all alike. I cannot allow one man to remain in illegal occupation, while I expel the others.”
“The settlers cannot afford to lose their pilot, and I will give you my cheque for the twenty pounds,” said Mr. Reeve.
“Twelve months afterwards the cheque was sent back from Sydney, and Mr. Reeve made a present of it to Davy.
“At this time the public journals used very strong language in their comments on the action of Governors and Government officials, and complaint was made in the House of Commons that the colonial press was accustomed to use “a coarseness of vituperation and harshness of expression towards all who were placed in authority.” But gentlemen were still civil to one another, except on rare occasions, and then their language was a strong as that of the journals, e.g.: