The Book of the Bush eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 421 pages of information about The Book of the Bush.

The Book of the Bush eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 421 pages of information about The Book of the Bush.
an old man kangaroo for us, until one of them gave him a terrible rip with his claw, and he has been lame ever since.  For eight weeks we were living on roast flat-head, and I grew tired of it, so on the 17th of last month I started down the inlet in my whaleboat, and went to Lady Bay to take in some firewood.  I knew the mutton-birds would be coming to the islands on the 23rd or 24th, but I landed on one of them on the 19th, four or five days too soon, and began to look for something to eat.  There were some pig-faces, but they were only in flower, no fruit on ’em.  I could find nothing but penguin’s eggs and I put some of those in a pot over the fire.  But they would never get hard if I boiled them all day.  There is something oily inside of them, and how it gets there I never could tell.  You might as well try to live on rancid butter and nothing else.  However, on November 23rd the mutton-birds began to come in thousands, and then I was soon living in clover.  I had any quantity of hard-boiled eggs and roast fowl, for I could knock down the birds with a stick.

“But, Jack, what have you been doing since I met you the year before last?  You had a train of pack bullocks and a mob of cattle, looking for a run about Mount Buninyong.  Did you start a station there for Imlay?”

“No, I didn’t.  I found a piece of good country, but Pettit and the Coghills hunted me out of it, so Imlay sold the cattle, and went back to Twofold Bay.  Then Charles Lynot offered me a job.  He was taking a mob of cattle to Adelaide, but he heard there was no price for them there, so he took up a station at the Pyrenees, seventeen miles beyond Parson Irvine’s run at the Amphitheatre.  I was there about twelve months.  My hut was not far from a deep waterhole, and the milking yard was about two hundred yards from the hut.  The wild blacks were very troublesome; they killed three white men at Murdering Creek, and me and Francis, Clarke’s manager, hunted them off the station two or three times.  The blacks were more afraid of Francis than of anybody else, as besides his gun he always carried pistols, and they never could tell how many he had in his pockets.  Cockatoo Bill’s tribe drove away a lot of Parson Irvine’s sheep, and broke a leg of each sheep to keep them from going back.  The Parson and Francis went after them, and one of our stockmen named Walker, and another, a big fellow whose name I forget.  They shot some of the blacks, but the sheep were spoiled.

“There was a tame blackfellow we called Alick, and two gins, living about our station, and he had a daughter we called picaninny Charlotte, ten or eleven years old, who was very quick and smart, and spoke English very well.  One morning, when I was in the milking yard, she came to me and said, ’You look out.  Cockatoo Bill got your axe under his rug—­sitting among a lot of lubras.  Chop you down when you bring up milk in buckets.’

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