Shanty.
Love Lawson’s Australian Poetry and can see the tiny flicker of candlelight beckoning the weary drivers in the window of my “Shanty”

“When the caravans of wool-teams climbed the ranges from the West,
On a spur among the mountains stood ‘The Bullock-drivers' Rest'; It was built of bark and saplings, and was rather rough inside,
But 'twas good enough for bushmen in the careless days that died —
Just a quiet little shanty kept by 'Something-in-Disguise', As the bushmen called the landlord of the Shanty on the Rise. 'Twas the bullock-driver's haven when his team was on the road,
And the waggon-wheels were groaning as they ploughed beneath the load;
And I mind how weary teamsters struggled on while it was light,
Just to camp within a cooey of the Shanty for the night;
And I think the very bullocks raised their heads and fixed their eyes
On the candle in the window of the “Shanty on the Rise”
Henry Lawson 1891.