Adventures in Australia | Page 7

greater number lay gorged with food on the ground,
not apparently noticing us. Bracewell, who could speak Toby's lingo,
told him to say to the black fellows, that we wished to be their friends;
that their corroborree had afforded us a good deal of amusement; and
that if we could kill a kangaroo we would give it to them to make
another feast the next night.

As soon as Toby had translated what had been said, the blacks began
chattering away in the most extraordinary fashion.
As they ceased Toby informed us that they were highly pleased with our
offer. They wished to remain friends with the white men, and if we
chose to stop with them we should be welcome. Of course, we had no
inclination to do this, but we asked if two or three of them would
accompany us to carry home any game we might kill. They however
declined the invitation, saying that they were well filled already, of
which fact their distended condition was sufficient evidence.
"Well then, as we cannot turn back, you will have to go without a
kangaroo, even though we may shoot one," said Bracewell, and telling
Toby to wish them a friendly farewell we rode on.
As I was very active and had been accustomed to running at school, I
easily kept up with the horses. At length however, as the sun grew
hotter, I should have been glad enough to remount. Bracewell,
observing that I was becoming fatigued, insisted on getting off his
horse, but of this I would not hear. He however dismounted, when Guy
made him get on again and put me on his own horse. Before long,
however, my brother was nearly knocked up, and seeing this I proposed
that he should remount, and that I should ride Toby's horse. Toby made
a wry face, for, although better able to run than any of us, he
considered that it was more dignified to ride.
As we rode along we kept a look-out for kangaroos, as we should have
been glad to kill one for ourselves, although our black friends were not
likely to benefit by it.
We had gone some way when we caught sight of a dark object
appearing just above a thick mass of leaves some two hundred yards
away. Standing up in my stirrups I saw that it was the head of a
kangaroo who was engaged in pulling off the foliage. I called to
Bracewell and my brother, hoping that if we could get nearer before
the creature moved away, we might shoot it.
Throwing the halter of the baggage-horse, which I had been leading, to

Toby, I rode towards the spot, unslinging my rifle and as I did so
ramming down a ball. The creature was more wide-awake than I had
supposed. I had just got near enough to fire, when it broke from its
cover in fine style and, after taking a few jumps to see in what direction
to go, it started forward over the open ground without apparent effort.
"That's a large boomer, an old one!" shouted Bracewell, "he'll give us
a long run. If we had dogs we should soon however catch him."
In the excitement of the chase, forgetting that we ran great risk of
knocking up our horses, away we started. Although the animal had only
two legs to run on and had an enormous tail to carry, which does not, I
really believe, help it, though it serves to balance itself in its upright
position, so far did it get ahead of us that it was useless firing. I had
scarcely noticed the direction it was taking, but on looking round I
found that it was leading us back to the spot from which we had come.
How far it had got I cannot say, when four or five black fellows started
up with spears in their hands uttering loud shouts and shrieks. The
boomer saw that it had no chance of escape in that direction, being
perhaps better acquainted with its black enemies than with the strange
creatures on four legs which had been pursuing it. It therefore stopped
and gave us time to approach before it bounded round and made off to
the right. I had thrown myself from my horse, for I had no notion at
that time of firing from my saddle. I took a steady aim and pulled the
trigger. My bullet must have hit it on the hinder leg, for it slackened its
pace. In the meantime Bracewell and Guy dashed forward. The
creature, instead of continuing its flight, again stopped, and facing the
horsemen as they approached struck out with one of its hinder claws,
and had not Bracewell suddenly turned his steed, so furiously did it
strike that