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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One Will Notice The Change, For, Believe Me, We All Sympathize Too
Deeply In Your Misfortunes To Feel Aught But Pity."
"As For Myself," Replied Nancy, Promptly, "I Shall Feel Extremely
Obliged, For I Have Worn Damp Garments So Long That I Am Almost Like A
Mermaid. But This Poor Thing," Pointing To Betsey, "Only Desires To Lay
Her Aching Head Upon A Pillow, And Forget Her Misery."
"Haven't Got One In The House," Promptly Responded Poll.
"She Needs Food. Let Her Come To The Table After You Have Made Such
Alterations As Are Necessary."
"So Do I," Croaked The Bird.
"If You Will Have A Cup Of Tea Made, I Am Confident That It Will Benefit
Her More Than Food. As For Myself, I Don't Fear To Confess That I Am
Hungry, And Shall Eat Heartily," Nancy Said.
"Of Bushrangers?" Roared Poll, Who Seemed To Be Undecided How To Class
The Ladies Of Our Party, Never Having Seen A Woman In That Part Of The
Country.
"The Tea Shall Be Prepared, And By The Time You Have Changed Your
Clothes Supper Will Be Ready. Jackson, Give Me A Candle, And I Will Show
The Ladies Into The West Room, Where They Can Be As Secluded As Though
In Their Own House;" And It Was Admirable To See The Hearty Farmer Bow,
And Precede The Females Up The Wide, Hard Wood Stairs, Displaying As
Much Gallantry And Care For Their Comfort As Though He Was To Marry One
Of Them Next Day.
"Good Night, Master," Shrieked The Mischievous Bird, Bringing A Red
Flush To Mr. Wright's Face.
"I'm Coming Back To Punish You For Your Impudence, Sir," Our Host Said,
Shaking His Finger At The Bird.
"Don't Hurry Yourself. D----N Bushrangers--Where's The D----N
Bushrangers?" And As Mr. Wright Disappeared From View, The Bird Turned
Its Attention To Other Topics, And After Surveying Us With Commendable
Attention, Croaked Out,--
"Give Me Bread; Poll's Hungry."
"And So Am I," Mr. Brown Answered, Making An Attempt To Stroke The
Bird's Head, But The Familiarity Was Rebuked By A Vigorous Peck, That
Almost Started The Skin.
Volume 2 Chapter 76 (Capture Of The Bushrangers) Pg 212"You Little Devil, What Do You Mean?" My Friend Said, Almost Angry.
"That's Right; Swear And D----N! Where's The Women? I Love Women! I
Should Like To Hug One."
"You Vulgar Little Brute! Where Did You Learn Your Bad Manners?" I
Asked.
"Mike, Mike, Mike."
"Well, Mike Might Be In Better Business. You Have Got Some Queer
Crotchets In Your Head That Are Hardly Suitable For A Ladies Boudoir,
Especially If She Expected Gentlemen Visitors," And Mr. Brown Surveyed
The Talented Bird With Considerable Admiration, Although He Kept At A
Respectful Distance.
Jackson Now Made His Appearance, And Began To Lay The Dishes For Supper,
First Driving The Laborers Into Their Own Sitting Room, Where They
Surrounded The Bushrangers, And, I Am Sorry To Say, Did Not Treat Them
Exactly As Prisoners Should Have Been Used.
Left Together, Mr. Brown And Myself Superintended Jackson, And Wished
For Supper, So That We Could Get A Few Hours' Sleep Before Daylight.
Volume 2 Chapter 77 ( Punishing The Bully) Pg 213
There Are Moments When The Hardest Hearts Are Softened With A Feeling
Akin To Pity For Criminals; And Although I Thought That I Had Got Pretty
Well Toughened To All Sentiments Of The Kind, Yet I Must Confess That
While I Looked At The Imprisoned Bushrangers. I Wished Them Upon The
Very Summit Of Mount Tarrengower, And Compelled To Remain There Amid
Snow And Storm, Until All Their Wickedness Was Washed Away, And Their
Past Sins Were Forgiven.
I Was More Inclined To Feel As I Did From The Fact That The Farm Hands
Were Encircling The Poor Devils, And Criticising And Abusing Them
Without Mercy. I Hate To See A Fallen Enemy Ill Treated. I Always
Thought That It Was More Noble To Treat A Fallen Foe With Some Slight
Show Of Respect, But That Standard Was Not Thought Of By The Laborers.
At Last, One Man, Carried Away By His Feelings, Deliberately Spat Into
The Face Of Old Bill, And The Act Was Hailed With Shouts Of Applause And
Laughter. The Bushranger Was Unable To Remove The Indignity, And It
Remained Upon His Grizzly Countenance, A Dirty Monument Of Reproach To
His Tormentors. I Saw The Old Robber's Eyes Flash Fire, And I Could
Imagine His Feelings While Standing There With Bound Arms, Powerless.
"Can't You Interfere, And Prevent So Disgraceful A Recurrence?" I Asked
Of Mr. Brown; But That Gentleman Thought That It Was Best To Wait Until
Mr. Wright Made His Appearance, And Get Him To Check The Abuses.
I Thought So Myself For A Few Minutes, But When I Found That One
Individual In The Crowd Was Disposed To Add Cruelty To His Insults, I
Could No Longer Remain Silent.
Mike Had Told The Men The Method Which He Took To Get The Bushrangers To
Cross The Creek, And Now One Fellow, Whom I Noticed Was Foremost In The
Disgraceful Proceedings, Was Testing The Most Tender Portion Of Their
Bodies By The Aid Of A Sharp-Pointed Knife; And Although The Robbers
Uttered No Complaints Or Groans, I Saw That They Were Suffering, And
That It Was Time To Interfere.
"These Men Are Prisoners," I Said, Urging My Way Through The Crowd Until
I Stood Before The Robbers And Their Tormentors. "Let Them Receive Good
Treatment, For We May Desire It Ourselves Some Day."
The Laborer Whom I Addressed Paid Not The Slightest Attention To My
Words, But Continued To Prick The Prisoners With His Knife As If He
Enjoyed It. Old Bill Had Uttered A Few Savage Oaths In Remonstrance, But
They Were Unheeded.
"Excuse Me For Interfering In Your Sport, My Man," I Continued, Laying
One Hand On His Shoulder, "But You Will Gratify Me If You Desist."
"What Is It To You?" He Demanded, Rudely; And I Noticed That There Was
An Uncommon Stillness In The Room, And Many Anxious Glances Were Cast
Towards Me, Which Convinced Me That I Was Dealing With The Bully Of The
Volume 2 Chapter 77 ( Punishing The Bully) Pg 214Farm, And A Man Whom They All Feared, And I Fancied Disliked.
"Excuse Me For Interrupting You, But I Think That I Have A Right To. I
Assisted To Capture The Men, And Therefore Have A Voice In Relation To
Their Disposal."
I Was Perfectly Cool And Collected While Speaking, For I Did Not Intend
That The Fellow Should Get The Advantage Of Me By Displaying Passion.
"Your Voice Is Of No Account Here In This House, So You Will Just Take
Yourself Off, And Go To The Devil, If You Wish."
"I Have No Desire To See Your Relations, So I Shall Do No Such Thing. I
Have A Right To Be In The House, And I Have Authority To Ask You To
Desist From Ill Treating These Men. If You Do Not, I Shall--"
"What?" The Bully Asked, Thrusting His Face Close To Mine, And Leering
Most Insultingly.
"Make You," I Answered, Decidedly.
"You Will?" He Demanded, With A Malignant Look.
"I Shall Do My Best," I Replied.
The Bully Did Not Utter A Word In Reply, But He Put The Point Of His
Knife To A Bushranger's Arm, And Pressed So Hard That The Prisoner
Uttered A Half Suppressed Cry Of Pain.
"You See!" The Fellow Exclaimed, Turning To Me. "Now, What Are You Going
To Do About It?"
I Saw That Mr. Brown And Every Person In The Room Were Watching My
Motions With Considerable Curiosity, And That I Should Be Disgraced If I
Retreated From My Unpleasant Position. The Quarrel Was Not Serious
Enough To Use My Weapons, Although I Was Not Blind To The Fact That The
Bully Had A Knife In His Hand, And Looked Like A Fellow Who Would Not
Scruple To Use It.
There Was But One Course For Me To Pursue--So, No Sooner Had He Proposed
His Question Than I Raised My Arm And Struck Him A Blow Between His Eyes
That Caused A Stream Of Claret To Spurt Out, And Sent The Bully Reeling
Backwards To The Further End Of The Room.
"Good!" Cried A Dozen Voices, And I Heard Mr. Brown's Deep Bass Foremost
In The Exclamation.
"Take Care," Shouted The Crowd; "He's Got A Knife, And Will Use It."
The Warning Came None Too Soon, For Suddenly The Crowd Opened To The
Right And Left, And I Caught Sight Of The Bully, With Bloody Face And
Inflamed Eyes, Rushing Towards Me.
There Was No Time To Draw My Revolver, Or Even My Knife, For Before I
Could Lay My Hand Upon Either The Fellow Was Within Three Feet Of Me,
With Uplifted Hand. I Stood Firm, And When I Saw The Weapon Descending,
Like Lightning I Sprang Aside. The Point Of The Knife Touched The Barrel
Volume 2 Chapter 77 ( Punishing The Bully) Pg 215A Pleasant Ride We Had That Afternoon, Reviewing Flocks And Growing
Crops, And Discoursing On The Best Mode Of Cultivation. I Found That Our
Host Preferred The Heavy Tools Of English Farmers, To The Light, Easily
Managed Instruments Of The Americans, And I Took Occasion To Point Out
The Superior Advantages Which The Latter Possessed; But Mr. Wright Was
Incredulous, And Suspicious Of My Innovations. His Land Was Level, And
Free From Stones, And Just Suited For Light American Ploughs, And I
Pledged My Word That A Third More Work Could Be Done With One, Drawn By
A Yoke Of Oxen, Than Could Be Performed By An English Made Plough, A
Huge, Clumsy Thing, Drawn By Two Span Of Horses, And Requiring Three Men
To Attend Upon Its Wants.
I Exacted A Promise From Mr. Wright, That He Would Give An American
Plough A Fair Trial;
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