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Turn Yellow, And Not A Bit More Will They Grow. So I'm Cutting The
Blessed Things To Pieces."
Philip Saw That About Half The Runners Had Been Already Destroyed.
He Said, "Don't Chop Any More, Gleeson, And I'll Show You How To Make
Pumpkins Grow."
He Picked Up A Feather In The Fowl-Yard, And Went Inside The Garden.
"Now Look At These Flowers Closely; They Are Not All Alike. This
Flower Will Never Turn Into A Pumpkin, But This One Will If It Gets A
Little Of The Dust From The First Flower. The Bees Or Other Insects
Usually Take The Dust From One Flower To The Other, But I Suppose
There Are No Bees About Here Just Now?"
Philip Then Dusted Every Flower That Was Open And Said: "Now, My
Friend, Put Away The Axe, And You Will Have Fruit Here Yet." And The
Pumpkins Grew And Ripened.
The Two Men Then Went Towards The House, And Philip Observed The
Fragments Of A Clock Scattered About The Ground In Front Of The
Verandah.
"What Happened To The Clock?" Said Philip.
"Why," Replied Gleeson, "The Thing Wasn't Going Right At All, So I
Took It To Pieces Just To Examine It, And To Oil The Wheels, And When
I Tried To Put It Together Again, The Fingers Were All Awry, And The
Pins Wouldn't Fit In Their Places, And The Pendulum Swung Crooked,
And The Whole Thing Bothered Me So That I Just Laid It On The Floor
Of The Verandah, And Gave It One Big Kick That Sent It To
Smithereens. But Don't Mind Me Or The Clock At All, Master; Just
Come Inside, And We'll Have A Bit O' Dinner Before We Start."
Gleeson Was The Kindest Man In The World; All He Wanted Was A Little
Patience.
The Kangaroo Gave Better Sport Than Either The Fish Or The Pig, And
Philip Enjoyed It. His Mare Proved Swift, But Sometimes Shied At The
Start, When The Kangaroos Were In Full View. She Seemed To Think
That There Was A Kangaroo Behind Every Tree, So She Jumped Aside From
The Trunks. That Was To Kill Philip At Last, But He Had Not The
Least Idea What Was To Happen, And Was As Happy As Hermits Usually
Are, And They Have Their Troubles And Accidents Just Like Other
People.
The Kangaroos When Disturbed Made For The Thick Timber, And The
Half-Grown Ones, Called "Flying Joeys," Always Escaped; They Were So
Swift, And They Could Jump To Such A Distance That I Won't Mention
It, As Some Ignorant People Might Call Me A Liar. Those Killed Were
Mostly Does With Young, Or Old Men. Any Horse Of Good Speed Could
Round Up A Heavy Old Man, And Then He Made For The Nearest Gum Tree,
And Stood At Bay With His Back To It. It Was Dangerous For Man Or
Dog To Attack Him In Front, For With His Long Hind Claws He Could Cut
Story 6 ( The Two Shepherds.) Pg 118Like A Knife.
Philip's Family Began To Desert Him. Bruin, As Already Stated,
Sneaked Away And Was Killed By Hugh Boyle. Joey Opened His
Cage-Door, And Flew Up A Gum Tree. When Philip Came Home From The
School, And Saw The Empty Cage, He Called Aloud, "Joey, Joey, Sweet
Pretty Joey," And Whistled. The Bird Descended As Far As The
Lightwood, But Would Not Be Coaxed To Come Any Nearer. He Actually
Mocked His Master, And Said, "Ha, Ha, Ha! Who Are You? Who Are You?
There Is Na Luck Aboot The Hoose," Which Soon Proved True, For The
Next Bird Pussy Brought Into The House Was Joey Himself.
Pup Led A Miserable Life, And Died Early. The Coroner Suspected That
He Had Been Murdered By Maggie, But There Was No Absolute Proof.
Maggie Had Really No Conscience. She Began To Gad About The Bush.
In Her Girlish Days She Wore Short Frocks, As It Were, Having Had Her
Wings Clipped, But The Next Spring She Went Into Society, Was A
Debutante, Wore A Dress Of Black And White Satin Which Shone In The
Sun, And She Grew So Vain And Flighty, And Strutted About So, That It
Was Really Ridiculous To Watch Her. She Began Also To Stay Out Late
In The Evening, Which Was Very Improper, And Before Going To Bed
Philip Would Go Under The Lightwood With A Lighted Candle, And Look
For Her Amongst The Leaves, Saying, "Maggie, Are You There?" She
Was Generally Fast Asleep, And All She Could Do Was To Blink Her
Eyes, And Say, "Peet, Peet," And Fall Asleep Again. But One Night
She Never Answered At All. She Was Absent All Next Day, And Many A
Day After That. October Came, When All The Scrub, The Lightwood, And
Wattle Were In Full Bloom, And The Air Everywhere Was Full Of
Sweetness. Philip Was Digging His First Boiling Of New Potatoes,
When All At Once Maggie Swooped Down Into The Garden, And Began
Strutting About, And Picking Up The Worms And Grubs From The Soil
Newly Turned Up.
"Oh, You Impudent Hussy!" He Said. "Where Have You Been All This
Time?" He Stooped, And Tried To Stroke Her Head As Usual With His
Forefinger, But Maggie Stuck Her Bill In The Ground, Turned A
Complete Somersault, And Caught The Finger With Both Claws, Which
Were Very Sharp. She Held On For A Short Time, Then Dropped Nimbly
To Her Feet, And Said, "There, Now, That Will Teach You To Behave
Yourself."
"Why, Maggie," Said Philip, "What On Earth Is The Matter With You?"
"Oh, There's Nothing The Matter With Me, I Assure You. I Suppose You
Didn't Hear The News, You Are Such An Old Stick-In-The-Mud. It Was
In The Papers, Though--No Cards--And All The Best Society Ladies
Knew It Of Course."
"Why, Maggie, You Don't Mean To Say You Have Got A Mate?"
"Of Course I Have, You Horrid Man, You Are So Vulgar. We Were
Married Ages Ago. I Didn't Invite You Of Course, Because I Knew You
Would Make Yourself Disagreeable--Forbid The Banns, Or Something,
Story 6 ( The Two Shepherds.) Pg 119And Scare Away All The Ladies And Gentlemen, For You Are A Most Awful
Fright, With Your Red Hair And Freckles, So I Thought It Best To Say
Nothing About The Engagement Until The Ceremony Was Over. It Was
Performed By The Rev. Sinister Cornix, And It Was A Very Select
Affair, I Assure You, And The Dresses Were So Lovely. There Were Six
Bridesmaids--The Misses Mudlark. The Mudlarks, You Know, Have A
Good Pedigree, They Are Come Of The Younger Branch Of Our Family. We
Were United In The Bonds Under A Cherry Tree. Oh! It Was A Lovely
Time, It Was Indeed, I Assure You."
"And Where Are You Living Now, Maggie?"
"Oh, I Am Not Going To Tell You; You Are Too Inquisitive. But Our
Mansion Is On The Top Of A Gum Tree. It Is Among The Leaves At The
End Of A Slender Branch. If Hugh Boyle Tries To Kidnap My Babies,
The Branch Will Snap, And He Will Fall And Break His Neck, The
Wretch. Oh, I Assure You We Thought Of Everything Beforehand; For I
Know You Keep A Lot Of Boys Bad Enough To Steal Anything."
"And What Sort Of A Mate--Husband, I Mean--Have You Got?"
"Oh, He Is A Perfect Gentleman, And So Attentive To Me. Latterly He
Has Been A Little Crusty, I Must Admit; But You Must Not Say A Word
Against Him. If You Do, I'll Peck Your Eyes Out. A Family, You
Know, Is So Troublesome, And It Takes All Your Time To Feed Them.
There Are Two Of Them, The Duckiest Little Fluffy Darlings You Ever
Saw. They Were Very Hungry This Morning, So When I Saw You Digging I
Knew You Wouldn't Begrudge Them A Breakfast, And I Just Flew Down
Here For It. But Bless My Soul, The Little Darlings Will Be
Screaming Their Hearts Out With Hunger While I Am Talking To You, And
Himself Will Be Swearing Like A Derviner. So, By-By."
Philip Found Maggie's Mansion Easily Enough; For, In Spite Of All Her
Chatter, She Had No Depth Of Mind. The Tallest Gum-Tree Was On
Barlow's Farm Which Adjoined The Forty-Acre On The East. Barlow Had
Been A Stockman For Several Years On Calvert's Run, And Had Saved
Money. He Invested His Money In The Bank Of Love, And The Bank
Broke. It Happened In This Way.
A New Shepherd From The Other Side Was Living With His Wife And
Daughter Near The Rises, And One Day When Barlow Was Riding Over The
Run, He Heard Some Strange Sounds, And Stopped His Horse To Listen.
There Was Nobody In Sight In Any Direction, And Barlow Said,
"There's Something The Matter At The New Shepherd's Hut," And He Rode
Swiftly Towards It. As He Approached The Hut, He Heard The Screams Of
Women And The Voice Of A Blackfellow, Who Was Hammering On The Door
With His Waddy. He Was A Tame Blackfellow Who Had Been Educated At
The Missionary Station. He Could Write English, Say Prayers, Sing
Hymns, Read The Bible, And Was Therefore Named Parson Bedford By The
Derviners, After The Tasmanian Missionary. He Could Box And Wrestle
So Well That Few White Men Could Throw Him. He Could Also Drink Rum;
So Whenever He Got Any White Money He Knew How To Spend It. He Was
The Best Thief And The Worst Bully Of All The Blacks About Nyalong,
Because He Had Been So Well Educated. I Knew Him Well, And Attended
Story 6 ( The Two Shepherds.) Pg 120His Funeral, Walking In The Procession With
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