The Gold Hunter's Adventures Or, Life In Australia Volume 2 ( Of 2 ) by William H. Thomes (books to read in your 30s TXT) π
Friends To Give Them A History Of My Adventures In That Land Of Gold,
Where Kangaroos Are Supposed To Be As Plenty As Natives, And Jump Ten
Times As Far, And Where Natives Are Imagined To Be Continually Lying In
Ambush For The Purpose Of Making A Hearty Meal Upon The Bodies Of Those
Unfortunate Travellers Who Venture Far Into The Interior Of The
Country--Where Bushrangers Are Continually Hanging About Camp Fires,
Ready To Cut The Weasands Of Those Who Close Their Eyes For A
Moment--And Lastly, Where Every Other Man That You Meet Is Expected To
Be A Convict, Transported From The Mother Country For Such Petty Crimes
As Forgery, House-Breaking, And Manslaughter In The Second Degree.
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"Your Ghost Has Fled," I Said, In A Half Whisper.
At That Instant, As Though To Disprove My Words, We Heard A Sharp, Quick
Blow, That Sounded Like An Iron Shovel Struck Upon Stones. We Uttered No
Word, Or Made The Least Noise, But We Turned Our Looks Upon The Largest
Volume 2 Chapter 67 (The Island Ghost.--Narrow Escape Of Mr. Brown) Pg 143Portion Of The Island With Wonderful Quickness, And, As Though Of One
Mind, We Attempted To Reach The Bridge By A Precipitate Flight. Our
Intentions, However, Were Balked By Our Own Eagerness, For Just As I Was
About Striking Out My Legs Got Mixed Up With My Companion's, And Down We
Both Went, Full Length, Upon The Ground. We Scrambled To Gain Our Feet,
And I Think That I Arose First; But I Had Not Recovered Myself Before I
Was Seized By Mr. Brown In His Frantic Attempts To Arise, And Once More
Fell, And This Time Directly Upon Him, And Over We Rolled Together Until
We Were Brought Up By A Large Rock, Which Prevented Us From Going Any
Farther.
"I Think That We Are Two Of The Biggest Fools In Australia," Mr. Brown
Said, Sitting Up And Listening Attentively.
I Readily Agreed With Him, And Determined To Be No Longer Frightened By
Sight Or Sound. With This Idea, And After A Mutual Vow To Stand By Each
Other, We Crept Along Upon Our Hands And Knees Until We Could Command A
View Of The Spot Where We Had Dug For The Treasure. While We Were
Considering Whether We Should Go Forward Or Remain On The Watch, The
Huge Form Which Had So Frightened Us Slowly Arose, As Though From A
Grave Of Its Own Digging, And, To Our Horror, We Could See The White
Bones And Long Horns Pointing Towards Us, While An Unearthly Groan
Relieved The Monotony Of The Appearance.
With A Trembling Hand I Drew My Revolver, And, In Defiance Of Mr.
Brown's Whispered Remonstrance, I Took As Good Aim As I Was Capable Of
Taking Under The Circumstances, And Fired.
I Heard A Crashing Of Dry Bones, And I Saw The Hideous Head Fall To The
Ground; At The Same Moment A Gruff Voice Shouted, In Angry Tones,--
"What In The Bloody H----L Is You 'Bout, Hey?"
Volume 2 Chapter 68 (Capture Of The Ghost) Pg 144
At The Sound Of The Voice, And More Especially The Hearty English Oath,
Mr. Brown Sprang To His Feet, Drew His Knife, And Rushed Towards The
Late Supposed Spiritual Visitant.
All Thoughts Of Fear Were Banished In An Instant, As Soon As We
Discovered That We Had Flesh And Blood To Deal With Instead Of
Grave-Clothes And Pithless Bones.
Volume 2 Chapter 68 (Capture Of The Ghost) Pg 145
"Surrender Or Die!" Was The Exclamation Of Mr. Brown, As We Neared The
Object Of Our Late Fears.
"Die Be D----D! What Do You Mean?" Was The Question Asked By The
Interesting Individual Who Attempted To Scrabble From The Hole Which He
Had Been Digging, But Did Not Succeed Before The Ex-Inspector Was Upon
Him.
"Stand Back, Or I'll Let Daylight Into You," Shouted The Fellow, Drawing
A Long Knife, And Acting Upon The Defensive, And The Way He Handled The
Reaper Showed That He Was In Earnest.
We Both Hesitated For A Moment, For The Purpose Of Better Addressing The
Person Who Was So Peremptory In His Threats, But First I Took The
Precaution Of Possessing Myself Of A Long Smooth-Bore Gun Which Was
Lying Near Him, And Which He Had Forgotten To Seize Upon Being
Surprised.
The Man Before Us Was About Six Feet High, (When He Appeared In The
Character Of A Ghost, We Thought He Would Measure Nine,) With Long Hair,
And Beard Of Fiery Red, Which Seemed As Though It Had Not Felt The Touch
Of Comb Or Scissors For Months. Two Little Eyes Almost Concealed, And
Overhanging Eyebrows, Glanced Suspiciously At Us, And Watched Our
Movements, With An Evident Impression That We Intended Mischief, And
That If Such Was The Case Their Owner Was To Be Counted In For A Fight.
Upon The Back And Person Of The Red-Haired Man Were Sheepskins, Made To
Fit His Body, With The Wool Outside. These We Had Imagined Were
Grave-Clothes, And Had Nearly Broken Our Necks To Escape From The
Wearer. We Could Not Refrain From Indulging In A Hearty Laugh At Our
Late Flight And The Occasion Of It, But Our Mirth Made No Impression
Upon The Mysterious Being Before Us.
"No Ye Don't," He Shouted, Brandishing His Knife Before Our Eyes As
Though We Intended To Entrap Him Into Some Snare. "You Mustn't Think
That Ye Is Goin' To Fool An Honest Man Who Is Digging For Roots By The
Full Of The Moon."
"You Dig Rather Deep For Roots," Said Mr. Brown, Stepping To The Edge Of
The Excavation, And Looking Down In Spite Of The Threatening Appearance
Of The Red-Haired Individual.
"I'll Dig As Deep As I Please," He Answered Quickly.
"Of Course I Would," Returned Mr. Brown. "Who Knows But You May Find A
Buried Treasure There If You Keep On Digging?"
"Is That What You Coveys Was Arter?" Demanded The Red Head, With A
Degree Of Interest Which He Had Not Shown Before. "I 'Spected It When I
Seed You Yesterday Crossing The Lodden, And I Determined To Watch."
"What Are You Doing In This Part Of The Country?" Asked Mr. Brown,
Rather Sternly, "As A Recollection Of The Loss Of His Bottle Of Liquor
Volume 2 Chapter 68 (Capture Of The Ghost) Pg 146The Night Before Began To Dawn Upon His Mind.
"You Have No Right To Question Me Any More Than I Have You," Was The
Sulky Response.
"Who Are You Then?" The Other Asked, Somewhat Impatiently.
"That's For You To Find Out The Best Way You Can. If Confidence Is
Wanted, Why, Tell Me Who You Are," And The Red-Haired Genius Seated
Himself On The Edge Of The Excavation, As Though Awaiting An Answer,
Although He Still Kept In Sight His Long And Dangerous Looking Knife.
"I Know Who You Are," My Friend Said, At A Venture; "You Are A Shepherd
On The Hawkswood Estate. We Are Officers Of The Law From Ballarat."
"It's A Lie," Was The Brief Rejoinder. "I Don't Believe Any Thing Of The
Kind."
"You D----D Vagabond," Cried Mr. Brown, Snatching The Long Gun From My
Hand And Presenting It To The Fellow's Heart, "I Have A Strong Desire To
Blow Your Liver Out."
"You Wouldn't Shoot A Fellow With His Own Gun, Would You?" The Impudent
Scamp Asked, Without Manifesting Any Serious Apprehension Of Our Doing
So.
"Well, No, I Hardly Think That Would Be Just," Replied Mr. Brown,
Lowering The Muzzle Of The Gun, And Beginning To Think That He Had Met
With A Strange Customer, Whom It Was Better To Conciliate Than To Cross.
"Come, Tell A Feller Who You Is," The Red-Haired Genius Remarked "Do You
Belong To Buskin's Gang, Or Is You On Your Own Tramp?"
"Neither Suggestion Is Correct--We Are Not Bushrangers, And Never Expect
To Be. We Are Men Of The Law. Now Tell Us Who You Are," My Companion
Said, Calmly Seating Himself Near The Stranger, And Lighting His
Pipe,--A Proceeding That Appeared To Interest Him Intensely, For He
Snuffed The Burning Tobacco Like A War Horse Within Sight Of A Battle
Field.
"Just Give Me One Draw Of That 'Ere Pipe First," Pleaded The Would-Be
Ghost, And His Request Was Gratified.
"Real 'Bacco, And A Real Clay Pipe, By The Bloody Jingoes," He
Exclaimed. "It's Many A Day Since I've Had A Taste Of 'Em Afore."
In Fact The Tobacco Appeared To Open His Heart Amazingly, And In A Short
Time We Had His Whole History.
"My Name," The Stranger Said, "Is Day Bly, Although I'm Commonly Called
Day, For Short. I Was Dragged Up In London, And When I Was Twelve Years
Of Age I Was Apprenticed To An Undertaker. I Used To Take Care Of The
Shop, Clean The Hearse, And Sleep In A Coffin, With Old Pieces Of Mouldy
Velvet Thrown Over Me To Keep Me Warm In The Night Time.
Volume 2 Chapter 68 (Capture Of The Ghost) Pg 147
"When I Ate My Meals, It Was Brought Out Of Master's House By One Of The
Servant Girls, And Set On A Pine Coffin, Such As We Used To Furnish The
Poor Devils Who Hadn't Got Much Money, And Who Couldn't Afford To Go The
Expensive Ones. When We Had A Holiday, Such As Christmas, I'd Slyly Move
The Grub To One Of The Polished Silver-Plated Affairs, And Imagined That
I Was Seated At A Real Mahogany Table, And I Tell You Things Use To
Taste Better.
"I Kept That Up Until One Day I Had A Dish Of Meat, That, By Some
Mistake, Never Satisfactorily Accounted For, Was Really Warm, And It
Took The Polish From The Slap-Up Affair,
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