Boshter

An' p'r'aps the owner uv the station 'll drive over with some boshter girls who been stayin' at the homestead, an' they'll come trippin' alorng the board, steppin' over the fleeces in their dinky little shoes an' stockin's yer can fair see through, an' as they step about yer pen or pass yer, yer nearly cut yer sheep, 'coz yer tryin' ter sniff up every bit uv the boshter scent wot they smells of.

That kim up to the station I wus at; A boshter tabby, not too thin ner fat, En watto fer a hottie — ut the start.

So glad to hear you're coming down to tear the Christmas poultry. It's boshter.

Hey, mate! Tell Captain Vincent I said he's a boshter seaman.

"A boshter night for a walk," I remarked, buttoning my coat about me.

I remember once when l was repairin' a fault on the Coolgardie line sixty miles out a thunderstorm came on. It was a boshter!

That the champion Black-red Modern Game cockerel at the P. & K. Club's show was a “boshter."

"A boshter!" cried Billdad. "It'll knock 'em stiff." Was not Billdad a public performer himself, did not Billdad know?