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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Here And The Lodden, But They Will Find Out The Occasion Of The Firing,
And If You Are Men Of The Law, As You Say, The Highest Tree In This
Section Will Serve For Your Gallows To-Morrow."
"You Know The Members Of The Gang?" Asked Mr. Brown.
"I Never Exchanged A Word With One Of Them In My Life," Cried The
Shepherd, With An Air Of Sincerity, "Although I Have Often Held Short
Communion With Them In My Assumed Character."
He Pointed To The Bullock's Head, And Grinned As He Spoke.
"How Do You Know That The Firing Was Done By Bushrangers?" I Asked,
Suspiciously.
"For Two Reasons--First, A Bushranger Will Never Kill More Game Than He
Wants To Eat At One Time; And, Secondly, The Gang Has Been Absent From
These Parts For Two Weeks, And Undoubtedly Want To Rest And Recruit.
They Can't Do That Until They Know That The Whole Of This Section Is
Free From Stragglers And Spies. Me They Care Nothing About, And Will Not
Molest Unless I Am Too Inquisitive."
"How Do We Know That This Is Not A Trick Of Yours To Get Us To Leave
This Island?" I Asked.
"'Cos I Shall Advise You To Do No Such Thing. The Only Safe Place For
You Is On This Island, Where You Must Stay Until The Woods Between Here
And The Lodden Have Been Searched, And The Gang Is Confident That The
Parties Who Were In This Vicinity Have Escaped."
"But Why Not Escape Now? Our Horses Are Fresh And Fast," I Added.
"Because I Suppose That A Dozen Men Are Watching The Fords Of The
Lodden, And A Bullet In Your Back Would Probably Be The First Intimation
Of The Presence Of A Party Of Skulkers. No, Sirs, Unless You Can Skim
Over The Surface Of This Bog, And Then Scale Mount Tarrengower, Your
Only Place Of Safety Is On This Island. Trust To Me."
"And Then Lose Our Horses," I Replied. "I Suppose That The Bushrangers
Would Like No Better Plan; But I For One Will Not Consent To That?"
"Which Is The Most Valuable To You, Your Lives Or Your Animals?" Asked
Day, Bluntly.
"Can We Not Save Our Horses As Well As Ourselves?" Mr. Brown Inquired,
Turning To Me For Advice.
I Confess That I Could See No Way To Preserve Them; And I Still Insisted
That We Had Better Trust To The Speed Of The Animals Than Remain In A
State Of Inactivity And Siege On The Island.
My Plans Were Overruled, However, By Both Mr. Brown And The Shepherd, On
The Ground That It Would Be Impossible To Escape Before Daylight, At
Which Time The Bushrangers Would Probably Retire To The Heart Of The
Woods For Rest And Sleep, And All Their Outposts Would Then Be
Withdrawn.
I Was At Length Reluctantly Compelled To Yield My Opinion To The Others,
Although I Could Not Help, As I Did So, Wishing For The Presence Of Fred
And Smith, And I Thought How Different Would Be Our Conduct.
All Idea Of Finding The Buried Treasure Was At An End; And I Began To
Feel As Though I Should Be Grateful If I Escaped Back To Ballarat With
My Life, Minus The Gold Which Was So Great A Temptation For Us To
Undertake The Journey.
"Well," Asked The Shepherd, "What Have You Concluded Upon?"
"To Remain On The Island, I Suppose," Returned Mr. Brown, Rather
Volume 2 Chapter 68 (Capture Of The Ghost) Pg 151Sulkily, "Although I Don't See How We Are Ever To Get Back To Town If We
Lose Our Animals. I Wouldn't Walk To Ballarat For Half Of Australia."
"Can't We Manage To Make The Horses Walk The Bridge, And Keep Them On
The Island With Us?" I Asked.
"A Good Idea," Cried The Red-Haired Genius, Suddenly Starting Up, "And
The Only Wonder Is I Never Thought Of It. There Is Some Danger In The
Attempt, But Nothing Compared To Stealing A Body In A Graveyard In The
Heart Of London."
Volume 2 Chapter 69 (The Ghost And The Bushrangers) Pg 152
The Shepherd, Who Seemed To Weigh All Emotions By The Scale Of A Body
Snatcher, Appeared To Be Delighted At The Prospect Of Enjoying A Little
Excitement, And Began To Examine The Priming Of His Long Gun With A
Degree Of Attention That Showed How Much Reliance He Intended Placing
Upon It In Case Of Emergency.
"I Look Upon You Two Coveys In The Light Of Visitors To My Possessions,
And My Honor Is Engaged To See That You Come To No Harm," Cried The
Undertaker's Apprentice, With A Wave Of His Right Hand, As Dignified As
Though He Owned The Many Acres Indicated, Instead Of Receiving Only
About Fifty Pounds Per Annum, Not Including His Sugar And Coffee.
I Think That I Expressed A Proper Degree Of Gratitude For The Shepherd's
Promised Protection, But I Intimated That I Had Lived Long Enough In
Australia To Learn How To Protect Myself.
"Never You Mind That," Continued The Red-Haired Man, Busying Himself
With The Bullock's Head. "I Shan't Be Wanting If A Little Fighting Is To
Be Done."
"Then Lend Us Your Aid In Leading The Horses Over The Bridge, And Don't
Let Us Lose Time In Debating The Project," I Said, Preparing To
Undertake The Expedition In Company With Mr. Brown.
"Don't Be In A Hurry. Wait For Me, 'Cos I'm The Most Important One Here
At Present," Continued Day, Still Working Over The Head Which Had So
Frightened My Friend And Myself.
"If You Think That Your Presence Is So Necessary, We Will Convince You
Volume 2 Chapter 69 (The Ghost And The Bushrangers) Pg 153To The Contrary By Going Without You," Replied Mr. Brown, Rather Tartly.
"There You Go," Exclaimed The Fellow, With Perfect Composure; "When I
Intend To Do All That I Can To Save You Coveys From Being Shot And Then
Hung, You Get As Mad As Foaming Beer, And Don't Want To Listen To
Reason. Be Guided By Me, And Things Will Come Out All Right."
"I Am Not So Sure Of That," I Replied, With An Incredulous Air.
"Seeing Is Believing Then. You Ain't Got Some Strings In Your Pocket,
Have You?" Our Newly-Found Friend Continued.
"Strings? No, We Have Something Else To Think About At The Present
Time," Cried Mr. Brown.
"I'm Sorry For That, 'Cos A Few Rods Of Twine Or Tape, Such As We Use To
Line Coffins With, Would Be Worth Considerable Just Now."
"What Do You Mean?" I Asked.
"I'll Tell You In As Few Words As Possible," The Shepherd Said, Resting
From His Work For A Few Seconds While Speaking. "We Three Coveys Ain't
No Match For Thirty Coveys, Is We?"
We Acknowledged That There Was A Difference, And That It Was Favorable
To The Side Of The Larger Force.
"Very Well; Then It Becomes Necessary To Deceive 'Em, Same As We Use To
Do When I Was An Apprentice In London, When Master Would Put A Body In A
Pine Coffin, All Flourished Off With Paint And Varnish, And Then Charge
It As Cherry."
"What Has That To Do With The Matter In Hand?" I Demanded Impatiently.
"Much--I Intend To Make The Bushrangers Think, If We Come In Contact
With 'Em, That They Have Got A Ghost Instead Of A Man To Deal With, And
I Needn't Tell You How Frightened They Will Be; You Know That By Your
Own Experience, Don't You?"
There Was No Denying The Assertion, However Much Disposed We Might Feel
To Quarrel With Such Perfect Frankness At The Present Time. At Any Rate,
We No Longer Manifested Symptoms Of Impatience, But Waited Until Day Had
Secured The Bones, Which Were Somewhat Loosened By The Shot From My
Pistol.
"I Think That I've Got Strings Enough Arter All," He Said, Shaking The
Head To See If It Was Firm And Fit For Use. "It 'Pears All Right, And I
Think Will Answer."
He Placed The Huge Mass Of Whitened Bones Upon His Head, And Then Shook
It In A Defiant Manner, And I No Longer Wondered At Our Fright.
"There, I Think That Will Do. Now Let Me First Tie Up My Sheepskins, And
Then We Will Start."
Volume 2 Chapter 69 (The Ghost And The Bushrangers) Pg 154
In A Few Minutes The Sheepskins Were Secured In Their Proper Places, And
Day Stood Before Us A Ghost Of The First Magnitude, And Looking Hideous
Enough To Frighten His Satanic Majesty Himself Had He Been Encountered
In The Vicinity Of Mount Tarrengower.
"I Ain't Got Much Beauty," Day Said, While We Were Admiring Him, "'Cos I
Trust To Inside Appearances. But Don't I Look Lovely? As We Use To Say
At A First Class Funeral, When We Had Gone To Some Expense To Get Up The
Body In Pretty Good Style."
We Assured The Shepherd That His Attractions Were Of The First Order,
And That We Appreciated His Exertions In Our Behalf, And With These Few
Compliments We Walked Towards The Bridge, The Ghost Leaving His Long Gun
Behind.
"Ghosts," He Said, In Explanation, "Is Supposed To Do Unheard-Of Things,
But I Doubt Whether Any Regular One Ever Walked Around The Earth With A
Gun; And If We Should Encounter The Bushrangers, I Think I Should Have
More Influence Unarmed, For To Give The Devils Their Due, They Don't,
Care A Rush For The Smell Of Gunpowder, While They Is Firm Believers In
Spirits, 'Cos There Is A Sort Of A Tradition That A Proprietor Of A
Sheep Farm, Who Was Murdered Some Years Since, Wanders Round Nights, And
Makes Himself Generally Disagreeable. I Don't Put Any Faith In The
Stories, 'Cos I Don't Believe That There Ever Was A Ghost, Excepting One
Like Me Got Up For
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