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and Publisher

Australian

Legendary Tales
3S. 6d.

SOME PRESS NOTICES
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—" Mrs. Parker has added
interesting

to

the gaiety of nations by this collection of Antipo-

dean legends."
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curious."

— " Extremely —"To the
is

and

Church Re-view.
lorist this

ethnologist and folkits

book

of great value, but

main use

will probably be to provide
tales for

new and

original fairy

the juveniles."

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striven,

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'

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for

and not unsuccessfxiUy, to do for Australian

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the North

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MORE AUSTRALIAN

Legendary Tales
COLLECTED FROM VARIOUS TRIBES Br

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K.

LANGLOH PARKER
AUTHOR OF

AUSTRALIAN LEGENDARY TALES

WITH INTRODUCTION Br

ANDREW

LANG,

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LONDON DAVID NUTT, 270-271, STRAND MELBOURNE MELVILLE, MULLEN & SLADE
1898

:

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he told

me

in

a vision of

the night

There are nine and sixty -ways of constructing tribal lays.
every one of them
is

right

!'"

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IN

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Contents
PREFACE
INTRODUCTION, BY ANDREW LANG, M.A.
. .

.

.

.

ix

.

.

.

xvii
I

THE CRANE AND THE CROW

.

.

.

.

.

BEEREEUN THE MIRAGE MAKER

3

BOHRAH THE KANGAROO AND DINEWAN THE EMU

...
.

I3
.

GHEEGER GHEEGER, THE COLD WEST WIND
BILBER AND MAYRAH
. .

.

.

I5 I9
21

.

.

.

.

BRALGAH THE DANCING BIRD

.

.

.

HOW THE SUN WAS MADE

.

.

... ...
.
. .

28
3I

STURI'S DESERT PEA, THE BLOOD FLOWER

.

PIGGIEBILLAH THE PORCUPINE

.

.

39
41
.

GAYARDAREE THE PLATYPUS

.

HOW MDNGGHEE, OR

MUSSELS, WERE BROUGHT TO THE CREEKS

45

WURRUNNAH's TRIP TO THE SEA

WALLOOBAHL THE BARK LIZARD
GOOLAYYAHLEE THE PELICAN

....
,

49

-55
57

MUNGOONGARLEE THE IGUANA AND OUYOUBOOLOOEY THE BLACK
SNAKE
61

WAYAMBEH THE TURTLE AND WOGGOON THE TURKEY

...

68
73

WHERE THE FROST COMES FROM

Vlll

Contents
76
79

EUBBURR THE GIANT BROWN AND YELLOW SNAKE

THE YOUAYAH MAYAMAH, OR STONE FROGS
A LEGEND OF THE FLOWERS

84
.

THE FROG HERALDS OF THE FLOOD
EERIN, THE SMALL GREY

90
93

OWL

THE LEGEND OF NAR-OONG-OWIE, THE SACRED ISLAND
GLOSSARY
. •
.

99
loi

P r e fa c e
I

MUST begin the preface

to

a

new

series of Australian
for the,

Legendary Tales by thanking the press and public
to the collector, gratifying reception they

gave the

first

one.

There are many persons who have individually expressed their interest in my work so kindly that I would like to name them here and publicly thank them, but some of them
are of such world-wide fame that to do so might seem a

mere self-advertisement

at

their

expense.
I

Should

this

come under
reticence,

their notice, they will,

hope, understand

my

and accept

my

gratitude.

The present

series of legends

have

all

been collected by

myself from the Blacks, as were the previous ones.
in this instance I

But

had much help given

to

me by

friends,

who
made
to

either told or sent

had seen or heard.
inquiries

me scraps of legends they themselves On receiving any such I immediately
I

amongst the Blacks, and
local tribes

was

often enabled

complete the scraps, gaining through their hints a whole

legend.
I

For should the
to hear,
I

wanted

would get them

know nothing of what to make inquiries of
they might meet
corroborees they
at

wandering Blacks from other tribes

whom

during their periodic " walk-abouts," or
attended.
I

myself have had opportunities of knowing well
tribes,

members, of nine

though that which

I

know

best is

;

X
are a branch.

Preface

the Euahlayi-speaking one, of which the Noongahburrahs

As

far as I

know, only one of the legends
entire.

in this series

has previously been printed
collecting from

This

is

a Wiradjari black fellow,

one of my own "The Crane and

the Crow," and appeared in the Sydney Bulletin.

Some
series

of the Blacks
to

who have

helped to build up this
Darling,

belong

the

Murrumbidgee,

Barwon,

Paroo, Warrego, Narran, Culgoa and Castlereagh rivers
the Braidwood, Yass, Narrabri, and other districts of

New
But
used

South Wales

;

to the Balonne,

Maranoa, Condamine, Barcoo,

Mulligan rivers, and the Gulf country in Queensland.
I

have confined myself as
it

far as possible to the

Noongahif
I

burrah names, thinking
those of each dialect
for

would create confusion
such as were told

— several different names, for example,
To
in

one bird or beast.
tried to retain

song

I

have
I

something of the rhythmical rendering.
have mosaicked these
beautiful

have no doubt a

skilled writer could

legendary scraps with

flowery language into a
let

work of
possible

art,
tell

but

I

have preferred to
legends in their

the Blacks as far as

their

own way,

only adding

such explanations as seemed necessary to make them clear
to the English reader.
I

trust the fact that these legends belong to a stone age,
will not

an age when everything was rough hewn,
sight of
folk-lore

be lost

by readers.
I

Ever since
to
I

I

have

been collecting

have endeavoured
"

keep as many of the

"coloured people

about

me

as

could in various capacities,

even going the length that " Uncle Remus's " creator did, namely, of " at times sacrificing digestion to sentiment," the
practical result of

which has been that many scraps of

folk-

Preface
lore

XI

were revealed
I

to

me

of which, but for this daily inter-

course,

should probably never have heard.

For instance,
;

a young Bootha brought in the lamp one evening

seeing
:

some big grey moths fluttering round it she said " No good, Comebeegeeboon darngliealdah, no tomahawks here ;
you'll get burnt for nothing."

Then

I
it

learnt that the spirits
is

send these grey moths as soon as
to steal

dark to the camps

tomahawks
is

for them.
to

The

bag-like back of their

bodies

supposed

be the comebee (bag) they carry these

in if they get them, but
light

most often they are dazzled by the
flutter

of

the

fires,

and blindly

into

them, getting

singed as they do round the lamp.

While walking through
across
I

the bush after heavy rain,

I

came
trees.

some very

brilliant fungi,

growing on

to

dead

picked off a piece, and on

my

return, going out to speak

to

some of the
if

Blacks,

I

carried this fungus in
its

my

hand.

A

little

black child, seeing
to get
it,

bright colour,

came towards me
way-way.
all

as

but his mother quickly interposed, saying in
:

an alarmed tone
Don't
let

" Don't
it."

him touch
trees

let him touch it. Then she told me

It is

that

fungi

growing on
touched

were the bread of ghosts, and
spirited

if

a child

any he would be

away by

the ghosts.

She

said these fungi were luminous at

night so that the

ghosts could see them.

Walking through the bush, as
the Blacks,
I

I

often do, with

some of
while

hear

many

httle

scraps.

Quite

lately,

going along the edge of one of the plains

we

put up

some
I

spur-winged plover, who went
asked

off harshly screeching.

why

the

bird

had

that

strange

spur.

Because,

they said,

a long time ago, a black fellow called

Bahl-

durrahdurrah, as the plovers are now, had been noted for

xii

Preface
poison-tipped
spears,

never going abroad without

from

which even a scratch was

fatal.

When
;

he died he was
in the modified

turned into a plover, and has his spears

still,

form of the spurs on the wings
if

he brings these forward he wishes to injure anything, holding it between them,

with fatal result.

On
it

similar occasions I learnt that
in

sometimes does
is

when the sun, as it summer, goes down like a fiery red ball,

the reflection of wattle

gum on
if

it

that

makes

it

so

bright.

After such a sunset,

they go out for gum, they

are certain to find quantities/ they say.
in water,

The gum

they melt

making

it

into a half liquid jelly which

they eat

with

relish,

and which they say has great strengthening

properties.

That when the moon looks very yellow
it

after

it

has risen on a winter's evening,

is

a sign of frost.

"The

Meamei have
is

told

Bahloo they

will
;

send frost to-night.
look at his bright

He
fire,"

going to keep himself

warm

they say.

When
who

they see a tree that usually grows on the plains
vice versa,
;

on the ridges, or

they

sa}'

:

"

There are two
the wirree-

have married wrongly

that

Coolabah must have run

away from her
I

tribe with a

Bibbil.

And now

nuns, or wizards, have turned them into trees."
often

come

in

contact with instances of their deeply

ingrained superstitions.

specimen of a
verandahs.
Innerah."

young
I

native

One morning a very fine healthy woman was scrubbing the
I

As

passed her, she said, "
call

might die soon,

(They

me
I

Innerah in the sense of boss-

woman.)

On

inquiry
to

found some young

man whom
hair,

she

had declined

marry had stolen a lock of her
his

and

was now making

way

with

it

to the

wirreenuns of the

;

Preface
Boogahroo.

Xlll

Should he reach them and they agree to burn it, she would die. There was some hope for her, she said her totem clan, the Beewees, were very strong out that way, and, having been warned, might intercept him. Should he
succeed in causing her death, so long as any of her tribe were alive they would be at enmity with his, and the feud would go on from generation to generation.

Another day a
the
just
river to

girl

came

to

borrow a horse

to

go down

see her sister,

come
I

to tell
if

return

asked

whose baby, a messenger had her, was dead. She went, and on her the baby were buried. She told me the
its

wirreenuns had put
again.

breath back in
it

it

and

it

was

alive

On my

doubting that

had been
to

really dead, she

brought two or three witnesses

corroborate her story,

and they described how the two wirreenuns had caught
the breath just after
the
child's
it

left

the body, put
set
to

it

back through
to

mouth,

and

then

work

suck the

sickness out of the body, with the result that the baby
recovered.

was in the summer of 1896, when the six weeks of a wave caused so many deaths in this district from heat apoplexy, that the Blacks first saw Marmbeyah, the ghost with the green boondee, about here. The next summer I
It

heat

said one day to a black

woman

that

I

hear of so

many

deaths that season.

hoped we should not " Oh no," she said,

" there won't be any this year because a black fellow has
killed

Marmbeyah, who caused the deaths by knocking the
is

people on the back of their necks with his green boondee."

The

black fellow

supposed

to

have seen this evil-dealing

ghost in front of him one day, he himself being unobserved,

when he

stole

up and flattened him with

his boondee, thus

xiv

Preface
c

saving his people and the whites from further sickness
the heat

apoplexy kind.
is

We

have

in

the camp an

woman who
come.

supposed to
test of

call

up

spirits

—and

ol

they d

She gave us a
to

her power one day, which
c

am bound

say compared favourably with any seances
I

a like nature

had seen before, inasmuch as she held her

She never drinks hot tea nor any soi of hquid which would heat her internally did she do sc she says the spirits would be driven out and she be power
in the light of day.
;

less as a

medium

of communication with

them

;

it

is,

sh

says, because the black people drink the "

grog

"
;

of th
in
th

white people they are losing their ancient power
past they never drank any hot hquid.
It

was the same

old

breaking up of a drought.

woman who accurately foretold th< The oldest woman of this tribi
The Blacks told mi way the old spiritualis
th(
it

having died, was buried the next day.
I

could go to the funeral, and on the

walked beside me.
country,
I

Seeing the droughty desolation of

asked her when she thought

would rain again
" In thret

Coming very
days
I

close to me, she half whispered,
it
;

think

old

Beemunny
Oobi

tell

me when

she dying tha

s'posing she can send 'im rain, she sent 'im three day, wher

her yowee go long a

Oobi."
to

Beemunny

died

or

Wednesday

night,

and we went

bed on Saturday with
;

the skies as cloudless as they had been for weeks

in the
ol

middle of the night

we were awakened by
All night
it

the patter
all

raindrops on the iron roof.

rained and

the

next day.
Since

my

first fitly I

series

came out

I

have heard some items

which more
completions

complete four of the legends in it, which now add. To " Mullyangah the Morning

Preface

XV

Star"* might be added that under the tree in which Mullyan's gahreemay or camp was, the spring of water which was there then is still so, and from time to time it throws up various sorts of mammoth and strange bones belonging to a past age, which the Blacks say are the remains of Mullyan's

many
this

victims,

whose bones were dropped from the
Guddee, which
is

tree into

spring, called

in

the

Brewarrina

district.

To "The Galah and Oolah
is

the Lizard,"t
bird,

some Blacks add
as the

that the present colouring of the

grey and rose-pink,
blood
the

owing

to her

having rolled

in the dust

streamed

down both

sides of her head from the

wound

bubberah, thrown by Oolah, had made, staining for ever her breast and underpart of her wings, the dust toning the
blood-red
It is to

down

to rose-pink.

the legend of "

Mooregoo the Mopoke, and Bahloo
a black fellow's reason for a halo
in that legend

the Moon,"| that

we owe

round the moon.
Bahloo

Ever since the storm

when
rain.

built himself a dardurr,

he has done so before

Seeing a halo the Blacks.say, " Bahloo has
there will be rain."

built his dardurr,

To
that

" Deereeree the Wagtail and the Rainbow "§ they add

Bibbee,
its

who made
end
to

the Euloowirree or rainbow,
it,

put
it,

snakes at

guard

and

if

any one goes near
kill

these savage flat-headed snakes will

them.

The former

series

were
;

all

such legends as are told to
the present are

the black piccaninnies

among

some they

would not be allowed to hear, touching as they do on sacred
subjects, taboo to the

young.
6.

" Australian Legendary Tales," p. 6i. t Ibid. p. § Ibid. p. 83. % Hid. p. 68.

xvi
The Legend
told to

Preface
of Nar-oong-owie, the Sacred Island, was

not heard directly by myself from the Blacks, but

was

first

me,

when

a

child,

by

my

grandmother, and was

sent recently to

me by my

uncle in

much

the

same

form,
ol

having been told to him by a full-blooded aboriginal

Southern South Australia.

To

the legend of "

Dinewan the Emu, and

Whan

the

Crows," some natives add that when Dinewan's wives (the
crows) threw the hot coals over him his wings were burnt
off,

and that singed appearance which has been theirs ever since
given to the feathers where the stumps of the wings
are.

K.
Bangate, Narran River,

LANGLOH PARKER.

New South Wales,
September 1898.

Introduction
Mrs. Langloh Parker has requested me
"

to write

a

little

fore-word
"

"

to

her

new

collection of

AustraHan popular

tales.

Good

wine," like these stories, " needs no bushy"
its

and Mrs. Parker's intimate knowledge of the bush and
wild
native
lords

cannot

be

improved

by any merely
willingly
dis-

literary information.

Yet one would not
children

oblige
legends,

a

lady

to

whom
has

owe so much

for her

and
'

who

so

remarkably

vindicated

the

thoroughly

human and amiable

character of an

unfortu-

nate people.

These dark backward

friends of hers, " the blacks," are,

we

find,

" very

much

like

you and me,"

as Mr. Kipling says,

or rather they are our superiors in poetical fancy.
out our savage ancestors
poetry.
its

With-

we

should certainly have had no
in

Conceive the human race born into the world
weighing, analysing,

present advanced condition,

ex-

amining everything, except a few phenomena which happen
not to chime in with the general ideas of science.

Such a

race would have been destitute of poetry and flattened by

common

sense.
its

The world would never have been "dis-

peopled of

dreams," because there would have been no

n^

xviii
dreamers.
poetry
facts

Introduction
Barbarians did
in

the

dreaming

for

the world,
in

arose

their fancies,

and poetry,
refuses
to

spite

of

and

science,

resolutely

" follow

dark-

ness like a dream."
that,

Mrs. Parker's collection demonstrates
dreamers,
the
Australians, just

among the

world's

escaping from the Palaeolithic age, were
distinguished.

among

the most

On many
commonly

points
that

we need

further

information.
native

It

is

said

the Biraarks, or

necromants,

have disappeared.

But Mrs. Parker has seen one, a woman,
like

whose

call

the spirits obey, and who,
in

D. D. Home,

works her marvels

open day.

We

have had no account

of an Australian, though

we have

several accounts of Maori,

Guiana and Red Indian
Parker will
fill

seances.

One hopes

that Mrs.

up the lacuna with a
to

detailed report of her

own

observations,

which she

briefly refers.
affairs

Anthro-

pology has no reason for neglecting these

any more

than the countless other things in which savage practice
tallies

with the mysticisms of
of the

civilisation.

Many
origins.

myths are

setiological

—they
of "

account for

The

tales of the "

West Wind,"
them

The Mirage

Maker," of
poetical.

"The Blood

Flowers," and others, are highly
in

Ovid would have found

excellent material

for

more Metamorphoses.
the

The

girl

who

" sang

new

songs,

which she said

spirits

taught her," merely gave the

animistic explanation

of her

own

genius.

"Their voices
girl

come

to

me on

every breeze," as to the

of Domremi.

The

stories are tender with

human

affection.

Introduction
These are interesting
as
traits

xix
of animism,

for the student

when

Piggiebillah

sleeps on his face that his doowee,

or dream spirit,

may

not -leave him as he slumbers.

Wuris,"

runnah
the

is

eager to

know "where Byamee (Baiame)
instructed

Good Being who made and
to

mankind

;

who has
to

withdrawn
be broken.

heaven which

is

His home, leaving laws not
if

We

see the black seeking after God,

perhaps

he

may

find

Him, dreaming the great dream of the universal
friend of righteousness
(as
it

Father,

the

is

understood

by the

tribes),

who

receives His
is

children into everlasting

habitations.

Byamee

at

once the god and the culture
the " stone fisheries,"

hero

in

these myths.

He made

which Mr. Gideon Scott Lang, many years ago, described
to

me

as the only material

evidence

of a time of

more

organisation
exist.

and enterprise among the blacks than now

The

"

Legend of the Flowers

"

is

the

most important

example of the Byamee creed
all

in this volume.

The

flowers

followed Byamee,

when he
rest.

retired
I

from earth and went

to

BuUimah, the land of

cannot persuade myself

that

Byamee and BuUimah

are echoes of Christian teaching.
I

Waitz has

rejected that idea, and

see no evidence that
belief.

we

"white devils" have largely influenced native
stories reflect

These

human hopes and
:

the world's

desire, things
is

natural, untaught, inevitable.

The

All Seeing Spirit

here

distinguished from

Byamee; but

in

Mr. Howitt's accounts;

Durumulun (another name

for the

same conception) can
spirits

himself see and hear everything.

Byamee has

who

XX

Introduction

do his bidding, such as Wallahgooroonbooan, whose voice
is

heard through the gayandy (the Tundan or Rule Roarer
is

?).

Byamee
to

now

(like the Fijian
"

Ndegei)

" fixed and frozen

permanence

on his crystal rock

in

the land of

rest.

The
go

souls of those

who keep

his

law go

to him, the wicked

to

Eleanbah Wundah, the native Inferno.

All this

is in

direct contradiction to the

odd theory

that

morals,

among
theory

low

savages,

have

no

religious

sanction.

That

cannot long resist the impact of accumulating evidence.
are, in truth, all alike,

We

and from an unknown antiquity the

Maker of men has
I

also been their Judge.
(in "

have elsewhere argued

The Making of

Religion")

that

such beings as Byamee are not the ghosts of an
Ancestor worship
I

aincestor carried to the highest power.

do not discover in Australia.

Mr.

Dawson

reports that the
is

habit of ghost-feeding (the supposed origin of religion)

"recent,"

and

that

the

blacks

call

it

"white

fellows'

gammon."*
Mr. Dawson found a deity called Pirnmeheal, a good being.
"

The

aborigines say that the missionaries and government

.protectors

have given them a dread of Pirnmeheal

;

and
old,

they are sorry that the young people, and
are

many

of the

now

afraid of a being

who never

did any

harm

to their
in the

forefathers."

Mr. Dawson received his information
it-

native languages, and sifted

carefully.

We

have seen
white

what he regards as the
devils, missionaries

result of the teaching of the

and others.
Melbourne.
1881

* " Australian Aborigines,'" pp. 50, 51.

Introduction
If

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it

he
is

is

right, if " providing

food for

"

(the corpse or

ghost)

a recent custom, what becomes of Mr, Herbert

Spencer's theory ?
If

Mr. Dawson

is

right in Australia

we

surprise religion
to

already possessed

of

a

God on

his

way

be

otiose.

Byamee

sits like

Keats's
"
;

" Grey-hair'd Saturn quiet as a stone

and Pirnmeheal
is

is

seldom mentioned.

Elsewhere Durumulun
;

served

in

the secret rites of the mysteries

none of
is at

these gods receive food or sacrifice.
point,

Religion

this

and

is'

only just beginning to turn towards animism.
is

Corpse-feeding
is

recent.

In Mrs. Parker's book
"

Byamee

implored to receive the soul of Eerin.

For Eerin was
left

faithful

on earth,
"
let

faithful

to

the laws you

us."

The
but

mourners

their
is

blood

drop

into his

grave,"

such a sacrifice
of affectionate of later
trace.

not necessarily more than
It

a

tribute

regret.

need not imply feeding, while
I

sacrifices

to

spirits

have

vainly

looked for a
spirit

Now,

by a mythical inconsistency, the
spirits,

of
in

Eerin (or one of his
a grey owl.

perhaps his doowee) dwells

Here, then,

is

a kind of theism, and beside
is

it

only the

germs of an animism which
and propitiation of ancestors.
This helps

not yet a religion of service

my

argument

(that theism is

not the latest
(as far as

flower of animism) very well, and Mr.
'his

Dawson

evidence attests) has no theory to prove or disprove.

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Introduction

Mrs. Parker has, in MS., a considerable body of evidence
as to both the religion and the mythology of

Byamee.
of

I

have

maintained,

in

this

case,

on

the evidence

Mr.

Howitt, an

initiate, that

rehgion and mythology represent
In religion, the Australian

quite different
is

moods
will

of men.

serious,

and

not mention "

The Master
is

"

except at

the solemn mysteries.

In mythology, he

either curious,

when making
Durumulun,
Judge, but

fanciful explanations of facts, or

he

is

romantic
or

and humorous,

telling stories for pleasure about

Byamee

whom
very

he now envisages, not as Father and

much

as

a

black

fellow

like

himself.
will

Grant such a black fellow unlimited power, and he
frolic

as in the Australian and other mythologies.

Con-

sider

him as the maker and lawgiver, the

all-seeing witness
is

and rewarder of conduct, and Byamee or Durumulun
longer the wanton, gigantic wirreenun; rather
is

no
I

he God.

am

unable to see any inconsistency between

my

notion of a of
the

kind of early theism, and

my

belief

that

many

absurdities of mythology are the result, and (in civilisation)

the

survival,

of the

savage intellectual condition.

Odd

stories

enough about Our Lord, the Virgin, and the Saints
in

occur

our

European

folk-lore.

These

are

mythical

popular accretions, like the similar tales

about

Byamee.
in

But neither our creed nor that of the Australians began
buffoonery.

To

these themes, and to a wider and more
religion, I

minute examination of Australian
to

hope some day
of
to

return.

Meanwhile

the

literary

merit

the

tales

collected

by Mrs. Parker may teach us not

be surprised

Introduction
by

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traces of elevated thought and morality in the religious

traditions of this people, so

low

in the scale of culture that
in

no remains of the rudest pottery have been discovered
the soil of the continent.

ANDREW

LANG.

The Crane and
The
the
creek,

the
He

Crow
used to hunt out

crane was a great fisherman.
fish,

with his

feet,

from underneath the logs in the

and so catch numbers.

One day when he had a great many on the bank of the creek, a crow, who was white at that time, came up. He
asked the crane to give him some fish. " Wait a while," said the crane,
cooked."
" until

they

are

But the crow was hungry and impatient, and would not
cease

bothering

the

crane,

who

kept

saying,

" Wait.

Wait."
Presently
the

crane

turned

his

back.

sneaked up and was just going
turned round, saw him,
right across the eyes

to steal a fish.
fish,

The crow The crane
hit

seized a
it.

and

the crow

with
fell

The crow

felt

blinded for

a few minutes.
the
fire,

He

on the burnt black grass round
in his pain.

and rolled over and over
crows have been ever

When
rest of

he

got up

to

go away his eyes were white, and the
since.
to

him
for

black, as

The crow was determined
having given him

pay out the crane

white eyes and a black skin.

2

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So he watched

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and one day when he saw he crept quietly up to him holding a
the
root
of the

his chance,

the crane fast asleep,
fish-bone.

This he stuck right across

crane's tongue.

for once, to

Then he went off as quietly as he had come careful, make no noise. The crane woke up at last, and when he opened his mouth to yawn he felt like choking. He tried to get the
;

obstruction

out of his throat.

In the effort he
all

made a

queer scraping noise, which was
to.

he could give utterance

The bone

stuck

fast.
is,

And

to this

day the only noise a crane can make
!

" gah-rah-gah, gah-rah-gah

"

This noise gives the name

by which he

is

known

to the blacks.

Beereeun the Mirage Maker
Beereeun the
green parrot
lizard

wanted

to

marry BuUai BuUai the
to

sisters.

But they did not want
the mocking-bird better.

marry him.

They
to

liked

Weedah

Their mother

said they

must marry Beereeun,

him

at their births,

for she had pledged them and Beereeun was a great wirreenun

and would harm them

if

they did not keep her pledge.

When Weedah came
what
their

back from hunting they told him
said,

mother had

how they had been
"old

pledged to

Beereeun,

who now

claimed them.

"To-morrow,"
meet a
is

said

Weedah,

Beereeun

goes to

tribe

coming from the Springs country.
will

While he

away we

go towards the Big River, and burn the
I

track behind us.

will

go out as

if

to

hunt as usual

in

the morning.

I

will hide

myself in the thick Gidya scrub.

You two must
dry.

follow later and meet

me

there.
is

We
thick
it

will

then cross the big plain where the grass

now

and
back

Bring with you a

firestick

;

we

will

throw

into the plain, then
will

no one can follow our tracks.
;

On we

go

to the

Big River

there

I

have a friend who has a

goombeelgah, or canoe, then shall we be safe from pursuit,
for

he

will

put us over the river.

And we

can travel on

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and on even

More
choose."

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short-armed people
if

to the country of the

so

we

The next morning ere Gougourgahgah had ceased his laughter, Weedah had started. Some hours later, in the Gidya scrub, the BuUai BuUai
sisters joined him.

Having crossed the big plain they threw back a firestick, where the grass was thick and dry. The fire sped quickly
through
it,

crackling and throwing up tongues of flame.

Through
again.

another scrub

went the

three,

then

across

another plain, through another scrub and on to a plain

The day was hot Yhi the sun was high in They became thirsty, but saw no water, and had
;

the sky.

brought

none
"

in their haste.

"We want water," the BuUai Bullai cried. Why did you not bring some ? " said Weedah. "We thought you had plenty, or would travel
creeks
run,

as the

or at least

know

of a goolahgool, or water-

holding tree." "

We
is

shall

soon reach water.

Look even now ahead,
where he
pointed,

there

water."

The

Bullai Bullai looked eagerly towards
in truth,

and there
of water.

on the

far side of the plain, they

saw a sheet

They quickened
it.

their steps, but the further they

went, the further off seemed the water, but on they went
ever hoping to reach
to find

Across the plain they went, only
belt of timber,

on the other side a

the water had

gone.

The weary
said that they

girls

would have

lain

down, but Weedah
side

would surely reach water on the other

"

"

Beereeun the Mirage Maker
of the wood.
to

5

Again they struggled on through the scrub
is
I

another plain.
" There
it
!

told

you so

!

There

is

the water."

And
fiercely

looking ahead they again saw a sheet of water.
their hopes were raised, and though the sun beat on them they marched, only to be again disap-

Again

pointed.

"Let us go back," they
evil spirits.

said.

"This

is

the country of

We

see water, and

when we come where we

have seen it there is but dry earth. Let us go back." " Back to Beereeun, who would kill you ? "
" Better to die from the blow of a boondee in your

own
go

country than of thirst in a land of devils.
back." "

We
kill

will

Not

so.

Not with a boondee would he
stick.

you, but

with a gooweera, or poison

Slow would be your

deaths, and you would be always in pain until your shadow was wasted away. But why talk of returning ? Did we

not

set

fire

to

the

big plain ?

Could you cross that

?

Waste not your
is

breaths, but follow me.

See, there again

water

!

But the Bullai Bullai had
out, "

lost hope.

they even look up, though time after time

No longer would Weedah called
!

Water ahead of us
last the Bullai Bullai

!

Water ahead of us

"

only to

again,

and again, disappoint them.

At

became so angry with him
there

that

they seized him and beat him.

But even as they beat him
is
!

he cried

all

the time, "

Water

Water

is

there

!

Then he implored them to let him go, and he would drag up the roots from some water-trees and drain the water
from these for them.

:

;

6
"Yonder
enough
to

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I

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;

see a coolabah

from

its

roots

I

can drain
is

quench your
full of

thirst.

Or
its

here beside us
roots.

a
I

bingahwingul;
will drain

water are

Let

me

go;

them

for you."
faith

But the BuUai Bullai had no

in

his

promises, and

they but beat him the harder until they were exhausted.

When
over,

they ceased to beat him and
little

let

him

go,

Weedah
all

went on a

way, then lay down, feeling bruised
that the night

and thankful

had come and the
"

fierce

sun no longer scorched them.

One
fall ?

Bullai Bullai said to her

sister

:

Could we not
rain

,sing the
"

song our Bargie used

to

sing,

and make the

" Let us try

if

we

can

make

a

sound with our dry

throats," said the other.

"

We

will

sing to our cousin Dooloomai the Thunder

he

will

hear us, and break a rain cloud for us."
sat

So they

down, rocking their bodies
:

to

and

fro, and,

beating their knees, sang

" Moogary, Moogaray,

May May,

Eehu, Eehu, Doongairah."

Over and over again they sang these words
heard their Bargie, or grandmother, do.
selves they added
"
:

as they had
for them-

Then

Eehu oonah wambaneah Dooloomai
Bullul goonung inderh gingnee

Eehu oonah wambaneah Dooloomai."

Which meant
" Give us rain,

Thunder, our cousin,

Thirsting for water are we. Give us rain, Thunder, our cousin."

Beereeun the Mirage Maker
As long
as
their poor
this.

7

parched throats could make a
lay
"

sound they sang

Then they
said faintly
:

and hopeless.
late,

One
it is

down to die, weary The rain will be too
is

but surely

coming, for strong

the smell of the

Gidya."
" Strong indeed," said the other.

But even

this sure sign
;

to their tribe that rain is near roused

them not

it

would

come, they thought, too
in the north a

late for

them.

But even then away
It
it

thundercloud was gathering.
calls as

rolled across

the sky quickly, peahng out thunder
its

came

to tell of

coming.

It

stopped right over the plain in front of the

Bullai BuUai.

One more

peal

of thunder, which

opened

the cloud, then splashing
rain.

down came
fell,

the

first

big drops of
at

Slowly and few they came
a quick, heavy shower

until just

the

last,

when

emptying the thunder-

cloud, and filling the gilguy holes on the plain.

The

cool splashing of the rain on their hot, tired limbs
life

gave new

to the Bullai Bullai

and Weedah.

They

all

ran to the gilguy holes.

Stooping

their heads, they

drank

and quenched
"
see
I I

their thirst.

told

you the water was
right."

here," said

Weedah,
If

"

You

was

"

No

water was here when you said

so.

our cousin

Dooloomai had not heard our song for his help
have died, and you too."

we

should

And
roots,

they were angry.

But Weedah dug them some

and when

they ate they forgot their anger.

When

meal was over they lay down to sleep. The next morning on they went again. That day they again saw across the plains the same strange semblance
their

of water which had

lured them on before.

They knew

8
not what
water.
it

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could

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be,

only they

knew

that

it

was

not

Just at dusk they came to the Big River.

There they

saw Goolayyahlee

the

pelican,

with his canoe.
side.

asked him to put them over on to the other

Weedah He said

he would do so one at a time, as the canoe was small.
First

he said he would take Weedah, that he might get
in the

ready a camp of the long grass

bend of the

river.

He

took

Weedah

over.
to

his canoe, he

went up

Then back he came and, fastening the BuUai BuUai, who were sitting
fire.

beside the remains of his old

"Now,"
to

said Goolayyahlee,
is

"you two

will

go with me
cannot

my

camp, which

down
shall

in that bend.

Weedah
I

get over again.
to feed you.
I

You
I

hve with me.
in

shall catch fish

have some even now

my camp

cooking.

There, too, have
for the baking.

wirrees of honey, and durrie but ready

grass
"

Weedah has nyunnoos he but now is
to

nothing to give you but the

making."
said.

Take us

Weedah," they

" Not so," said Goolayyahlee, and he stepped forward as
if to

seize them.
Bullai Bullai stooped,
filled

The

their

hands with the
at

white ashes of the burnt-out

fire,

which they flung
at

him.

Handful
before

after

handful they threw
all

him, until he stood

them white,

but his hands, which he spread out

and shook,

thus freeing

them

from

the cloud of ashes

enveloping him and obscuring his sight.

Having thus checked him, the Bullai Bullai ran to the bank of the river, meaning to get the canoe and cross over
to

Weedah.
But
in the canoe, to their horror,

was Beereeun

!

Beer-

Beereeun the Mirage Maker
eeun,
to

9

escape

whom

they had

sped across plain and

through scrub.

Yet here he was, while between them and Weedah lay
the wide river.

They had
them
all

not

known

it,

but Beereeun had

been near

the while.
plain,

on each

was who had made the mirage thinking he would lure them on by this
it

He

semblance of water

until

they perished of

thirst.

that Dooloomai, their cousin,

had saved them.

From But now

the chance of Beereeun had come.

The
in

Bullai

Bullai

looked across the wide river and saw

the nyunnoos

Weedah had made.
if

They saw him running

and out of them as
at all.

he were playing a game, not

thinking of them

Strange nyunnoos they were too
"

having both ends open.
Seeing where they were looking, Beereeun said
:

Weeand

dah

is

womba,
its

deaf.

I

stole his

doowee while he
naught

slept

put in

place a

mad

spirit.

He knows
It is

of

you

now.

He

cares naught for you.

so with those

who

look too long at the Eer-dheer, or mirage.

He will
"

trouble

me no

more, nor you.

Why

look at him ?
not

But the Bullai Bullai could

take their eyes from

Weedah, so strangely he went
at

on, unceasingly running in
it

one end of the grass nyunnoos, through
"

and out of the

other.

He
it.

is

womba," they
not.

said, but yet

they could not undercalled to him,

stand

They looked towards him and

though

he heeded them
"
I will

send him far from you," said Beereeun getting
seized a spear, stood

angry.
sent
it

He

up

in

the

canoe, and

swiftly through the air into

Weedah, who gave a

:

lo
fell

More
back dead.
!

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Water
is

great cry, screamed "

there

!

Water

is

there

!

"

and

Take us over Take us over " cried the Bullai "We must go to him, we might yet save him."
!

"

Bullai.

"He
said

is all right.

He

is

in

the sky.

He

is

not there,"
follow him

Beereeun.

" If

you want him you must

to the sky.

Look, you can see him there now."

And

he

pointed to a star which the Bullai Bullai had never seen
before.

"There he
but no

is,

Womba."
there.

Across to the grass nyunnoos the Bullai Bullai looked,

Weedah was
They
;

Then they

a death song, for they

knew well

down and wailed they should see Weedah no
sat

more.

plastered their heads with white ashes and
;

water

they tied on their bodies green twigs
till

then, cutting

themselves

the blood ran, they

lit

some smoke branches

and smoked themselves, as widows.

Beereeun spoke
" There
is

to

Goolayyahlee the pelican, saying

no brother of the dead

man

to

marry these

women.
will
"

In this country they have no relation.
I

You

shall

take one, and

the

other.

To-night when they sleep we

each seize one."

That which you say
heard

shall be,"

said Goolayyahlee the

pelican.

But the
gave

sisters

what
the

they

said,

though they
without

no

sign

and

mourned

degd

Wedeah

ceasing.
all

And

with their death song they mingled a cry to

of their tribe

them

from

who were dead to help them, and save seize them while these men who would
mourning,
before they had swallowed the

they were

still

smoke-water, or their tribe had heard the voice of their

!

Beereeun the Mirage Maker
dead.
ceased.

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women

As

the night wore on, the wailing of the

The men thought
crept

that they were at length asleep, and

up

to

their

camp.

But

lo

!

it

was empty

!

Gone

were the BuUai Bullai

The men heaped fuel on their fire to light up the darkness, saw no sign of the Bullai Bullai. They heard a sound, a sound of mocking laughter. They looked round, but saw nothing. Again they heard a sound of laughter. Whence came
but yet
it

?
It

Again

it

echoed through the
the sky.

air.

was from

They looked

up.

It

was the new
once

star

Womba, mocking them. Weedah, who laughed aloud to

Womba who

was

see that the Bullai Bullai

had escaped their enemies, for even now they were stealing
along the sky towards him, which the

men on

earth saw.

"We
camp

have

lost

them," said
to

Goolayyahlee.
to his dardurr.

"I
"
I

shall

alone,"

and he turned
the

go

"They
make
shall

shall not

escape me," said Beereeun.
skies

shall

a
I

roadway
bring

to

and follow them.

Thence

them
the

back,

or

wreak

my

vengeance on
having

them."

He went
lay

to

canoe where were his spears

;

grasped them, he took too the spears of Goolayyahlee, which

by the smoulderhig
the sky.

fire.

He
up
to

chose a barbed one.

With

all

his force he threw

it

down.
first,

The barb caught there, the spear hung Beereeun threw another which caught on to the and yet another, and so on, each catching the one
it,

he could touch the lowest from the earth. This he clutched hold of, and climbed up, up, up, until he
before
until

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and he
is still

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started in pursuit of the Bullai

reached the sky.
Bullai,

Then he

pursuing them.

Since then the tribe of Beereeun have always been able
to

swarm up sheer
on thirsty

heights.

Since then

too, his tribe, the

little

lizards of the plains, make, just like
travellers,

he

did, the

mirages
before

to lure

only to send them

mad

they die of

thirst.

Since then Goolayyahlee the pelican

has been white, for ever did the ashes thrown by the Bullai
Bullai cling to him, except

where he had shaken them

off

from his hands, where are a few black feathers.

The
to

tribe

of Bullai Bullai are coloured like the green of the leaves
the sisters

strung

on

themselves,

in

which

mourn

Weedah, with here and
red,

there a dash of whitish yellow and

caused by the ashes and the blood of their mourning.
star, still

And Womba the star, the mad we call it. And Weedah the
grass nyunnoos, open
runs, as
if

shines

;

Canopus
builds

mocking-bird

still

at

both ends, in and out of which he

they were but his playground.
fire

And

the

that

Weedah and

the Bullai Bullai

made

spread from one end of the country to the other, over ridges

and across
have
been

plains,

burning the trees so that their trunks
ever
since.
all,

black

Deenyi,

the

iron-barks,

smouldered the longest of
bark

and

their trunks

were so

seared that the seams are deeply marked in their thick black
still,

making them show out grimly

distinct

on the

ridges, to

remind the Daens of Beereeun the mirage maker

for ever.

Bohrah the Kangaroo and Dinewan
the
Bohrah
wife

Emu
a great wirreenun. lying
in

the kangaroo lived in a grass nyunnoo with his

Dinewan the emu.

He was

One evening when Bohrah was
sleep,

down
the

trying

to

Dinewan kept making holes
for ? "

roof

of

the

nyunnoo. " What are you doing that

asked Bohrah.

" Just for nothing," said Dinewan.
" Then get some grass and mend "There is no grass here."
it

up."

let

"Then we me sleep."

will travel

until

we

find some, for

you won't

Off they went. It grew darker and darker every minute. Dinewan could not see where she was treading. She trod

on bindeahs, which stuck into her
" If

feet

and hurt

her.

Limping along and feeling sore from the
said
:

prickles, she

you are such a great wirreenun as
roll

you
it

say,

surely

you could make the dark
to

away

!

Hunt

right

away

another country.

feet are

very sore.

If

My Let me see where to walk. you could hunt the dark away, then

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!"

Oh my poor sore feet you would be a great wirreenun. So crying she rubbed them against each other, which only made the bindeahs stick further in, raising rough lumps on
her
feet.

Which lumps have been on

the feet of her kind

ever since,

and their legs have been bare and hard up to

the knee joint.

Now
here,

Bohrah the kangaroo was
it

really a great wirreenun.
:

While
and

was
will

still

quite dark he said

"We
we

will sleep

I

hunt the dark away while

rest."

They laid down. As soon as Bohrah was
or dream
spirit,

asleep,

he sent his Mullee Mullee,

out from his body to gather up the darkness
to the

and

roll it

away

westward.

Having done so back

came the Mullee Mullee to the body of Bohrah, who now woke up and saw what his spirit had done. He turned to Dinewan, whom he saw had slept with one eye and one ear
open that she might see what he would
"
do,

and said

:

My

Mullee Mullee has rolled the night from us.
is

The

darkness
I

no more.

It is rolled

away

for ever from me.

and

my

people, from this out, shall be able to see to
at

travel

and feed

night as

if it

were day;

for us there is
;

no
I

more darkness.
please at night.
shall

You must feed in the daytime You kept one eye and one ear
so.

I

can as

open, you
shall

always sleep

First one side of

your head

go
as

to sleep
at

and then the other, but never from henceforth both

once."

And

since that

time so

it it

has been even
should be.

Bohrah the kangaroo wirreenun said

Gheeger Gheeger the Cold

West Wind
DuRROON the night heron lived near a creek in which was an immense hollow log; this he used both as a fish and a man trap. He was by choice a bunna, or cannibal. The immense log was hollow and was under the water. In the
middle of
it

Durroon had

cut an opening.

When
him
to

a Daen came to his camp Durroon used to ask

go fishing with him, saying he wanted a muUayerh,

or mate, as he

was

like a

gundooee, one emu living alone.

He wanted some
Seeing sense

one

to

go to one end of the log and drive

the fish to the other, where he could catch them.
in this the

Daen would
log,

agree, and off they

would

go,

Durroon armed with
to his

his spear, to spear the fish

when they came

end of the

so he said.

But as soon

as he had sent his mullayerh

off"

to

the far end, he would

go along the log to the opening
the hollow log, driving

in the middle.

Unsuspecting treachery the Daen would come through
the fish

ahead of him.

Directly
his

he was

under the

opening

Durroon

would drive
the
spot.

spear swiftly into him, killing him on

Then

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and, dismembering

Durroon would
him, cook him.

drag his victim out,

In this

way many men disappeared mysteriously
to

until at

length a clever crow wirreenun determined
riddle of their disappearance.

solve the

Wahn
him
fat

the crow

went

to Durroon's camp.
first

Durroon asked

to

go fishing with him, but
agreed, and

offered

him some good

goodoo, or cod, he already had cooked.

Wahn
"
I

when they had
It

finished their meal

Durroon proposed they should go
ate too

fishing, but
fat.

Wahn
I

said

:

much goodoo.

was very
before

ate a great

deal and must have a sleep

first

I start."

"All

right.

Plenty of time,"

Said Durroon, feeling sure

of his man-flesh supper.

Wahn went to sleep that
in the creek.

he might send his Mullee Mullee,

or dream spirit, to find out what

was the trap Durroon had The Mullee Mullee soon found out all about
learnt

the opening in the top of the log, having done which back

he came.
said he

Then Wahn, having

all,

woke

up,

and

Wahn Now Wahn was
no power
until

was ready, so off they started. Durroon showed where to enter the hollow log, at the far end.
a great wirreenun

whom Durroon
in.

had

to hurt, so

he fearlessly went

Durroon waited
"

he appeared under the opening, then down went the

spear, evoking yells of "

Wah Wah
!

!

Wah

!

from Wahn,

who

nevertheless went on and came out at the other end

with the spear.

"What made you do
from where
"
it
it

that ?" he said, pulling out the spear
in him.

had stuck

I

did not

mean

to spear you," said

Durroon.

"

I

thought

was a big goodoo."

Gheeger Gheeger
"

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Wahn.
it

Well) come on,
a

I

have had enough
mistake again."

fishing," said

"

You might make

On came

Durroon, thinking

Wahn

really believed

was

an accident, but no sooner had he caught up he found himself speared in his turn, and
struck to slay.

fatally, as

Wahn than Wahn

About
blown
in

this

time,

Gheeger Gheeger the cold west wind
that the trees

had been blowing such hurricanes
all

had been

directions,

and the crows' humpies scattered

everywhere.

"Now," thought Wahn, " I will catch Gheeger Gheeger and shut her up in this immense hollow log, but
must dry the water
off it."

first I

This he set to work to do, and soon, one day when

Gheeger Gheeger was
miles

tired

out, after

having blown down
her cold blasts,
log,

of trees, and

cut

the

tribes with

Wahn

sneaked upon her and drove her into the hollow
at

which he blocked up
the middle.

both ends and also

at

the hole in

Gheeger Gheeger roared and howled, but
"

to

no purpose.
shall stay

You

only go about destroying things
are," said

;

you

where you

Wahn.
to be

Gheeger Gheeger promised
only he would
let

more gentle

in future if

her

out

sometimes.

For a long time

Wahn

would not

trust her
let

and kept her closely imprisoned,

but after a while he

her come out occasionally, after she
gales.

promised to blow no more

Sometimes she breaks
old,

her word and blows destructively as of

but

Wahn

quickly captures her again, and hurries her back to her log
prison.

There are holes now

in

this

log

and

the

breath of
finds a

Gheeger Gheeger comes through, so unless

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i8
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prison for her, one day she will burst forth, and then

there will be such a gale as never blew across the western
plains before.

Gheeger Gheeger

will blast

with her breath

everything that stands in her

way

as she rushes to meet

her loved Yarrageh, the spring wind which blows from the
east

Kumbooran, and which had of

old been

wont

to

meet

Gheeger Gheeger as she blew from Dinjerrah the west,
tempering, where they met, her cold with his

own balmy

warmth.

Twice a year the winds
and wild
breath
revellings.

all

met, holding great corroborees
his scorching his

Dourandowran came with
the
north,
to

from

Gurburreh,

meet

loved

Gunyahmoo, the south-east wind which came from Bullimedeehmundi, to fan him with her softer, cooler breezes
until his heat lessened,

and he scorched those
Nurroobooan,
the

in his path

no longer.
wind.

Then from
to

south,

blew

Nooroonooroobin

meet Mundehwuddah, the north-west

After the big corroboree the winds parted, each to return
to his

own

country, hoping to meet again in another few

months

to again corroboree.

Hence the unrest of Gheeger Gheeger in the hollow log, and her much wailing that she could not break forth from
her prison and rush to mingle her icy breath with the balmy

one of Yarrageh.

Bilber and
BiLBER, the soft-furred sandhill
lived in a

Mayrah
rat,

camp with Mayrah

the wind for a mate.

was once a man, and Mayrah
invisible.

was a strange mullayerh
could
desired

for a

man, he was
Bilber,

He
he

hold
it,

conversations with

Bilber could never see him.

but much One day he

as

said to

Mayrah
"
I

:

"
"

Why

do you not become

like

me

that I might

see you ?

can see you," said Mayrah.

"Yes,

hear you.
before

know that you can, but I cannot see you, only I know you are there because you eat the food You catch opossums, and get honey, but you.
I I

though
"
"

go with you, following your voice, yet
I

I

can

never see you, and

long to see some one again."
I

But
But

I

can see you, so

am

all right."
I

I
I

cannot see you, and

long to see some one
join others of

again.

must

travel

away somewhere and
only see you
I

my

tribe.

If I could

would not wish for a
"

better mullayerh."

" Well,

I

am

off

hunting now.

Are you coming
to-day."

?

" No, I will stay in the

camp
off,

Mayrah the wind went

and when evening was

at

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not yet

Suddenly Bilber heard a

roaring in the distance such as he had never heard before.

Then he saw, where

the sound

seemed
"

to be, a sort

column of
is
it

dust and leaves spouting up.

What

of a storm
like

this?" he asked himself.
before.
I

"I never saw anything
I

will

go up
in

to that

sand-ridge behind our camp
will get,

and make a hole

the soft ground, into which

so that this storm cannot take

me away

in its fury."
soft sandhill, the

Off went Bilber hard as he could to the

storm roaring behind him.
buried himself in
it

There he made a hole and

until the

wind storm had passed.
whirling

Up came

the wind, tearing on to the ridge,

round the camp, sending the bark and boughs flying about.

On, on he went round Bilber's
shift,

hole, but that

he could not

so howling with impotent rage as he went, he passed
his voice
all.

on

until

was heard only

in the distance,

and

at

length not at

After a time Bilber came out.

He had

been so safe

and warm in his hole in the sand that he lived there ever
afterwards, and there he took his wife,
to live.

when he found

one,

And

to this

day the Bilber
still

tribe live in

burrows

in the sand.

They

hear the voice of the old Bilber's

mate, but never see his face, nor do they hear him speak

any longer

their

language as of

old, for so

angry was he

at

Bilber's desire to see his face or leave him,

that he only

howls and roars as he rushes past their camps.
since have any of the tribes seen

And

never

where he camps, nor does
tell

any one know except the
the secret to none.

six

winds that blow, and they

Bralgah the Dancing Bird
Bralgah Numbardee was very fond of going out hunting with her young daughter Bralgah. Her tribe used to tell her she was foolish to do so. That some day the
Wurrawilberoo would catch them.
It

was not
but
all

for old Bralgah

cared,

the

Numbardee that the Daens camp were proud of young Bralgah.
girl

She was the merriest
tribe, the

and the best dancer of
were
for the

all

her

women

of

whom

most part content

to click the

boomerangs, beat their roUed-up opossum-skin

rugs, and sing, in voices from shrill to sweet, the corroboree

songs, while the

men danced

;

but not so Bralgah.

She
rest

must dance
dance, but

too,

and not only the dance? she saw the
she
Sometinjes,
like

new ones which she
heard
set
to

taught herself, for every
steps.

song she
whirlwind.

with
or

laughing eyes, she would whirl

round

a

boolee,

measure.

Then suddenly she would change to a stately Then for variety's sake perform a series of swift
if,

gyrations, as
grip-

indeed, a whirlwind devil had her in his

The fame of her dancing spread abroad, and proud indeed was the tribe to whom she belonged, hence their

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anxiety for her safety, and their dread that the Wurra-

wilberoo would catch her.

The Wurrawilberoo were two
scrub alone.

cannibals

who

lived in the

But
panion.

in

spite of all

warnings Bralgah Numbardee con-

tinued to hunt as usual with only her daughter for com-

One day they went

out to
first

camp
night,

for

two or three days.

Nothing hurt them the

but the next day the

Wurrawilberoo surprised and captured them.
Bralgah Numbardee a severe blow.

She

fell

They gave down and
kill her.

feigned death, lest they should strike her again and

The Wurrawilberoo picked her up to carry her off to their They did not wish to hurt young Bralgah they camp. meant to keep her to dance for them. They told her so,
;

and gave her their muggil, or stone knife
her to fear nothing, and come with them.

to carry, telling

She went with them, but when they were not looking
she threw the knife away.

As soon

as they reached the
it.

camp

the Wurrawilberoo

asked her for

They wanted
rested,

to cut

up Bralgah Numbardee

before cooking her.

Bralgah said she put the muggil down

where
gotten

they
it.

had
"

some way back, and had
go back and get

for-

They
here."

said

:

We

will

it.

You
off

stay

They
"

started.
:

mother said

When they were some " Are they out of sight yet ? "
Wait a
little

way

the

Not

yet.

while."
right

Bralgah watched
mother,

them go

away, then

told

her

who immediately jumped

up.

Off then went both

Bralgah the Dancing Bird
mother and daughter as
tribe,

23
own

fast

as they could to their

whom they told what had happened. When the Wurrawilberoo came back they
they had
left,

were enraged

to find not only the

daughter but the mother gone, even she
as they thought, dead.

whom

No

feast,

no

dance for them that night unless they recovered their victims,

from whose tracks they found that Bralgah had actually been able
"
to

run beside her daughter.
death,'

She only feigned
will

they said,

" to deceive

us.

We

hasten and overtake them before they reach the
if

tribe.

Yea, even

they are with the tribe

we

will snatch

them away."
But the Daens were looking out for them,
seeing which the Wurrawilberoo turned and
after
fully

armed,

fled,

the

Daens

them
;

in

quick pursuit, but they failed

to

overtake

them

and, fearing to follow them too far lest a trap lay

ready for them, they returned to the camp.

But so wroth

were they

at

the attempt to capture their prized Bralgah

that a council

was

held,

and the destruction of the Wurra-

wilberoo determined upon.
said they
after the

Two

of the cleverest wirreenuns

would send

their Mullee

MuUees

in

whirlwinds

enemy

to catch them.

This they

did.

Whirling along went the boolees with
Quickly they went along the

the Mullee Mullees in them.
track of the Wurrawilberoo,

whom

they soon headed, turnfled.

ing them back towards the
"

camp whence they had

We

will go," said

one of the Wurrawilberoo to the

other, "
will

back

to the
girl

camp, ahead of these whirlwinds.

We

seize

the

and her mother, and
will

fly

in

another

direction.

The whirlwinds

miss us in the camp and

seize

others.

We

will

not be baulked.

Young Bralgah

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and her mother
shall

ours to dance before us,
to-night."
fled

make our supper
On, on they

before the whirlwinds, which gained

both size and pace as they followed them.

The Daens were

so astonished at seeing the Wurrawil-

beroo returning straight towards them, the whirlwinds after

them, that they never thought of arming themselves.
the midst of

Into
seized

them rushed the Wurrawilberoo.

One

Bralgah the mother, the other young Bralgah, and before
the astonished

Daens

realised their

coming they had gone
plain.

some distance along the edge of the

" Bring your weapons," roared the Mullee Mullees in the

whirlwinds to the Daens as they swirled through the camp
after the

enemy.

The Wurrawilberoo carrying young Bralgah was ahead. The other, finding the whirlwinds were gaining on them,
dropped
his

burden,

Bralgah Numbardee,

and

ran

on.

Just in front of them were two huge balah trees.
that

Feeling

the

whirlwinds,

which

they

now knew must have
them from
their feet,

spirits in them,

were already

lifting

the Wurrawilberoo clung to the balah trees, the one

who

had captured young Bralgah

still

holding her with one arm

while he grasped the tree with the other.

"Let the
yourself."

girl

go," shouted the

other to him.

"Save
savagely.

"
" If

They
I

shall

never have her," he answered

have to lose her they shall not get her."
as the whirlwinds howled round them, tearing up

Then

everything in a wild fury,

the

balah trees

now

in

their

grasp creaking and
sort of incantation

groaning,

Wurrawilberoo muttered a

and released young Bralgah.

As she

;

Bralgah the Dancing Bird
slipped from his grasp

25
the Daens,

who were

just in the

came a shout of joy from wake of the whirlwinds
had been frightened
"

;

they had

their spears poised, but
fear of injuring Bralgah.

to

throw

for

Now
gingnee

that she
!

was

free they called aloud
"
!

:

Gubbah youl

Gubbah youl gingnee But their joy was short-lived.

The whirlwinds wound

round the balah trees to which the Wurrawilberoo clung,

and dragged them from the roots before the men could
leave go.

Up, up the whirlwinds carried the
clinging to

trees,

the

men

still

them,

until

they reached the

sky

there they

planted

them
still,

not far from the Milky

Way.

And
since,

there

they are

two dark

spots,

called
in

Wurrathe
old

wilberoo, for the

two cannibals have

lived

them ever

being dreaded

Warrambool, or
Daens, cooking

who have to pass along Milky Way. Where are camped many
by
all

the

grubs
their

they have gathered for food,
fires

and the smoke of
Warrambool.
go down

shows the course of the
fires if

But only can any one reach these

the

Wurrawilberoo are away, as sometimes happens when they
to the earth, and,

through the medium of boolees,

or whirlwinds, pursue their old enemies the Daens.

When
turned
them.
to

the

Daens saw
Bralgah
;

their

enemies were gone, they

get

her mother

was already with She had not been
All round
bird

But where was young Bralgah
plain they looked.

?

seen to move away, yet she was gone.

the

They saw only

a

tall

walking

They went to the place whence the trees had They scanned the ground for tracks, but been wrenched. Only those of the big none of Bralgah going away. saw
across
it.

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the
plain.

crane-like bird

now on

Wurrawilberoo must
after
all,

have seized her again and taken her

they

said.

As soon

as the

MuUee MuUees, which had animated
sky, the

the

whirlwinds, returned from placing the balah trees and the

Wurrawilberoo

in the

Daens asked them
to the sky.

if

they

had

left

her there.

No

Bra,lgah they said had

gone
let

Surely the

Daens had seen Wurrawilberoo

her go.

Then where was she
big bird on the plain.

?

That no one could say, and none thought of asking the
All

mourned

for

Bralgah as for one

dead.

Her

spirit,

they said, would haunt the camp because
it,

they could not find her body to bury

though they knew

she must be dead, otherwise would she not return to them ?

They moved
plain.

their

camp away

to the other side of the

After a while they noticed that a
the one they

number

of birds, like

had seen on the

plain at the time of Bralgah's
far from, their

disappearance,

came feeding round not

camp,

and

after feeding for
;

a while these birds would begin to

corroboree
taller

such a strange corroboree, of which one bird

than the others was seemingly a leader.
like

This corroboree was so human and

no movements of

any other
Bralgah.

birds,

like

indeed nothing of the sort that the
it

Daens had ever

seen, unless

were the dances of the

lost

Out on

to a clear space the leader

would lead her troupe,
necks, of

There would
pirouetting,

be

much craning
measured

of

and
places

bowing,
;

stately

changing

then

gyrating with wings extended, just as Bralgah had been

wont

to

fling

her arms, before she madly whirled around

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and around as these birds did now, seeing which likeness " Bralgah the Daens called Bralgah "
:

!

!

The

bird

seemed

to

understand
its

them,

for

it

looked

towards them, then led

troupe into wilder, and more

intricate, figures of the corroboree.

the leader of the birds was seen no more, but so well had her troupe learned the corroborees that they went through the same grotesque performances as
in her time.

As

time went on

Daens died who remembered the dancing girl all these dancing birds were known for ever by her name.
old

The

Bralgah, but

When
known

Bralgah Numbardee died she was taken to the

sky, there to live for ever with her daughter Bralgah, both
to us as the

Clouds of Magellan,

to the

Daens as

the Bralgah.

There Bralgah Numbardee learned that the Wurrawilberoo by his incantation had changed her daughter into the

dancing bird, which shape she had to keep as long as she
lived

on

earth.
if

Afterwards,

ever the

Daens saw a boolee speeding

along near their camp the

women would

cry, "

Wurrawil-

beroo," clutch their children and bury their heads in their

rugs

;

the

men would

seize their

weapons and hurl them

at

the ever-feared and hated capturers of Bralgah.

How
For

the Sun was
was no

Made
moon and
stars.

a long time there

sun, only a

That was before there were men on the

earth, only birds

and beasts,
are now.

all

of which were

many

sizes larger than they

One

day, Dinewan,

the emu, and Bralgah, the native

companion, were on a large plain near the Murrumbidgee.

There they were quarrelling and
rage, rushed to the nest of

fighting.

Bralgah, in her
it

Dinewan, seized from
all

one of

the huge eggs in
to the sky.

it,

which she threw with
it

her force up

There

broke on a heap of firewood, which
all

burst into a flame as the yellow yolk spilt

over

it,

which

flame

lit

up the world below,
it.

to the astonishment of everyto the semi-darkness,

thing on

They had only been used
spirit

and were dazzled by such brightness.

A

good

who

lived in the

sky saw how bright and

beautiful the earth looked

when

lit

up by

this blaze.

He

thought

it

would be a good thing

to

make
it

a

fire

every day,

which from that time he has done.
heap
to

All night he and his
up.

attendant spirits collect wood, and heap
is

When
lit.

the

nearly big enough they send out the morning star
that the fire will soon be

warn those on earth

How
those

the Sun was
this

Made

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They, however, found

warning was not

sufficient, for

who

slept

saw

it

not.
at

have some noise made
of the sun and

Then they thought they must dawn of day to herald the coming
But they could not
office for

waken

the sleepers.

decide upon to
time.

whom

should be given this

a long

At
"

last

one evening they heard the laughter of Gougourlaughing jackass, ringing

gahgah,

the
is

through

the

air.

That

the noise

we

want," they said.

Then they

told

Gougourgahgah

that as the

morning

star faded

and the day
loudest, that sunrise.
If

his laughter might

dawned he was every morning to laugh his awaken all sleepers before
the
sun-fire,

he would not agree to do this then no more would they
light

but

let

the earth

be ever in twilight

again.

But Gougourgahgah saved the
agreed to laugh his loudest
at

light

for the world,

and

every

dawn

of day, which he

has done ever since, making the air ring with his loud cackling " gou-gour-gah-gah, gou-gour-gah-gah, gou-gourgah-gah."

When
out

the spirits
heat.

first

light

the fire

it

does not throw

much

But

in

the middle of the day
is

when

the

whole heap of firewood
After that
it

in a blaze, the heat is fierce.

begins to die gradually
left at

away

until only the
out, except

red coals are
a few the

sunset,

and they quickly die

spirits

cover up with clouds, and save to light
get ready for the next day.
to

the heap of

wood they
lest

Children are not

allowed

imitate

the

laughter of

Gougourgahgah, morning
cry.

he should hear them and cease his

If children

do laugh as he does, an extra
eye-tooth,

tooth grows above their

so that they carry a

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good
their
spirits

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in

punishment for

it,

for well

do the

know

that if ever a time

comes wherein the
are seen in the

Gougourgahgahs cease laughing
time will have come
land,

to herald the sun, then the

when no more Daens
once more.

and darkness

will reign

Sturt's

Desert Pea, the Blood Flower
talking in the

Great was the
river
tribe,

for

camp one morning of the during the night Wimbakobolo had fled,
together

taking with him Purleemil, the promised bride of Tirlta.

The
them.

elders

sat

and

planned

how

to

capture

While they were
told

talking the

young men came
the
fugitives

and

them
towards

that

the

tracks

of

were

leading

the

large

Boulka,

or lake,

where was

camped a hunting expedition, part of a tribe from the back country, of whom the father of Wimbakobolo had
been one.

Then
together,
shall

the elders
this

knew
tribe.

the fugitives must be going to take

refuge with

They
:

called

the

fighting

and they said
to
this

" Gather ye your weapons,

men we
be

go

tribe

and demand that they give us the
shall
it

fugitives.

Wimbakobolo
keep as

we

slay, Purleemil shall

Tirlta's to slay or

pleases him."

in

Soon they went forward, after having painted themselves full war paint and armed themselves with many weapons.
track.

For two days they followed the
they saw the camp
to the tribe,
fires;

On

the third day

then they sent their messengers

whose

elders received

them and

listened to

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their request that

Wimbakobolo and Purleemil should be
back," cried Purleemil, " to old
;

Do

not send

me

Tirlta..

Two

wives has he slain with his waddy

let

me
"

not be the

third."

And

she sobbed aloud.

" Cease your crying," said

Wimbakobolo.
I

I

give you
spear.

up to no man, rather would
fight

slay

you with

my

Let Tirlta," he said, turning to the elders, " be a
me.

father's

am ready but he tribe, who have given
I

is

a coward.

us shelter,

man and Men of my who when we
days that

were hungry gave us food, remember that
are past

in the

my

father

was one

of you, a great warrior

who

slew your enemies as
he.
to

if they were ants, so powerful was Even as he fought for j'ou, so will his son in the days come, if you give him your aid now. Long have I

loved Purleemil, she with the starry eyes, and her heart

has been mine ever.

Can

a

maid

at

the bidding of the

greybeards turn Her heart to a wife-slayer, leaving the one
she loves, turning from one
straight, to a

bowed

cripple ?

who is young, Remember my

strong,

and

father before

you despise the help of
sons to come.

his son before you,

and his grand-

We

shall

never go back to the tribe of

Tirlta, rather will I spear Purleemil,

she stands before you, and mingle

my heart's beloved, my blood with hers."

as

and

Wimbakobolo drew himself up and looked so powerful fierce a warrior as he stood, weapons in hand, before
:

the elders, that they said

" Fools should

we

be to give up
shall lead us

the son of our old leader to our enemies.

He

as did his father before him, and his Purleemil shall be the

mother of warriors

to

follow him, for strong are the clan of

Wimbakobolo, men

like

mountains as their name

tells."

Sturt's

Desert Pea
:

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" Let

Then an
Tirlta
will

elder turned to the messengers saying
to

come alone out on

the plain, there
fight.

Wimbakobolo

meet him, and there they can

If Tirlta will not.

then
there.

let

him go back, a coward, to Wimbakobolo remains with
to their tribe

his country,
us,

and stay

we

shall give

him

up to none."

Back came

went the messengers, but no Tirlta and back
to the big river

to accept the challenge,

went

he with the others.

Wimbakobolo and Purleemil lived in peace, loved of all the tribe they had come to, for he was a mighty hunter, and
she a singer of sweet songs.
After a while

when

the cold winds began to blow round c

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moved
for

the Boulka, the tribe

their

camp

to where,

on the
for

far

shelter

and firewood,

the

winter was

hand.
to

Before the winter had gone a son was born

Wimba-

kobolo and Purleemil, and seeing what a big baby he was,
the tribe laughingly called

him "The

Little

Chief," and

brought him offerings of toy boomerangs, throwing sticks

and such things
pride,

until

the eyes of his mother shone with
to

and the father already began

to be used one

day against the enemies of the

make him weapons tribe who

had sheltered them.

And

Purleemil sang

new
little

songs, which she said the spirits
son,

taught her, about her
for ever, the

whom

she said was to

live

most beautiful thing on the plains of the back

country.

Purleemil would sing her songs, and her baby would

crow and laugh, and the father would say

little,

but bear so

proud a look on his face as he glanced, from his carving
of

weapons with an opossum's
and
child, that all

tooth,

from time to time
to

at

his wife
pride,

would smile

see his happy

and

their hearts

were glad that the elders had not
the bride of Tirlta,
the wife-

given
slayer.

up Purleemil

to be

The winter passed away, and with the coming of the summer all made ready to return to their hunting ground
where the
fugitives

had

first

come

to them.

But Purleemil sang no longer.
her that misfortune was at hand.

The

spirits

she said told

" Let us stay in the winter camp," she said to her husband,

our Little Chief

"where we have been if we go.

so

happy.

I

fear

we

shall

lose

Let us stay,

my

husband."

Sturt's
"

Desert Pea
wife, or the tribe

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would
call

That cannot

be,
I

my

me

a

coward, and say

feared to meet Tirlta."
all

" Better be called a coward, which

know you

are not,

husband, than lose our Little Chief. Dark would our hves be without him, he is the sun that brightens our days,
without him dark as a grave would they be for ever."
"

my

That
life

is

true,

my

wife

;

now he has been

with us so
Chief.

would be dreary without him, our Little But why should we lose him ? Did not the spirits
long

say- he

should live for ever on the plains, then
for him,

why

should you fear

my

loved one ?
tell.

"

"I cannot

Truly the

spirits said so,

and yet they say

now, as their voices come to
fortune
is at

me

on every breeze, that mis-

hand."
for

"But not
tribe,

the

Little

Chief,
us, then

Purleemil.

For the

maybe, who sheltered
to

them

face

it

alone ?

Come

with

how could we leave me bravely, mother
in

of the Little Chief, lest
breast."

your son drink

fear at

your

So Purleemil hugged her child
of her fear.

to her,

and spoke no more

And

as the days passed merrily in the

new

camp which was
spirits

the old, the fears were forgotten, and the

ceased their warnings.
night

One

when

the tribe were

all

asleep unwitting of

danger, their enemies
closed in round them. the crafty Tirlta
;

who had been

waiting their chance

Closer and closer they came, led by

too great a coward to risk an open fight,

he stole

like

a dingo into the camp at night, meaning to slay
all

by treachery
were

who had

baulked him of his prey Purleemil,
rest,

she should be slain with the
all

men,

women and

children,

to be sacrificed to his hate.

He

had

laid his plans

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fear of vengeance

well, waiting until all

was over and

all

vigilance relaxed.

Closer and closer they crept, making no sound as they

came nearer and

nearer.

The
him
to

Little Chief stirred in his

sleep

;

Purleemil crooned

rest again with

the spirit's song telling

how he

should live on the plains for ever, the brightest, most beautiful
thing on them; soon

closer to the ever loved

was he soothed and the mother, nestling Wimbakobolo, slept again unwitting
and Wimbakobolo
stirred

of danger.

A

dog

at

their feet growled,

;

Wimbakobolo rose to his feet, but even as he stood up he was felled to the ground by a deadly blow from Tirlta, and into the camp rushed the enemy,
again the dog growled,
slaying the sleepers as they lay for the most part, though

some had time to
themselves.
Tirlta,

seize their weapons, but in vain, to defend

who

for

days had known the camp of Purleemil,
killed

and claimed as his own victim her husband, having
him,
Little

now with

a fiendish yell transfixed the body of the

Chief with a jagged spear.
of Purleemil, the sweet singer, clove to her
her,

The tongue
child

mouth as she saw her husband dead beside
on the spear of her enemy.

and her
the

Then she wrenched

spear from Tirlta, and the end which had passed through
the body of her baby she turned and .plunged into her
heart, pinning the Little Chief to her,

own

on

to the

and fell with him dead body of her husband, and the life blood of the
the vengeance of Tirlta, which

three mingled into one stream.

Thus was accomplished
left

not one of the tribe,

who had

given the fugitives shelter.

Sturt's
alive.

Desert Pea
to the

37
Tirita

Leaving the bodies

hawks and crows,

and

his tribe

went back

to the Callawatta.

The next season they determined to hunt on the hunting grounds of their dead enemies. But when they, reached them they camped some distance away from
the scene of the
slaughter, lest the spirits of

the

dead

should molest them.

At night
then they

th'ey

saw strange

lights

moving on

that spot,

knew
it

that the spirits

were indeed abroad.
for

The next morning they went
lake.

water to the Boulka, or
!

How

glistened in the sun

But was

it

water

?

They paused and

looked.

No

water was that before them.

On

they went and then saw that the large lake had been
salt.

turned to

back to their
dare the

Then the tribe were frightened, and turned own hunting grounds, for no man likes to
Tirita said

spirits.

he would follow them, but

first
it

would he go

to

where bleached the bones of
said,

his enemies,

would give him joy, he
still

to see

them.

With hatred
from
in

strong in his heart he went.

But surely, he thought,
glare

must
lake

his eyes be dazzled with the

the the

salt

before
his

him,

for

he

saw no

bones

place

where

enemies had been, only masses of
all

brilliant

red

flowers spreading

over the scene of the massacre, flowers

such as he had never seen before.

As he was gazing with a dazed expression at them, there stretched down from the sky a spear with a barb that caught him in the side and lifted him from his feet. As he hung in mid air he heard a voice, though he saw nothing, say: " Cowardly murderer of children and women, how dare you set foot on the spot made sacred for ever by the blood that you spilt, the blood of the Little Chief, his mother and

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in

one stream and blossomed as you
kill

see

now, for no man can
is in

blood, for

more than the
live

life

of the flesh

blood.
its

Their blood shall

for ever,

making

beautiful with

blazing brightness the bare plains
the dried tears of the spirits
salt tears

where are the

salt lakes,

whose

songs Purleemil sang so sweetly, the

which they
life

shed when you and such as you poured out the
their loved tribe.

blood of

Here
spirit
still

shall

you

sit

for ever before

your

handiwork, the work of a coward."

So saying the
leaving the spear

transfixed Tirlta

to

the

ground,

through him.

There

in the course of ages

man and

spear turned to

stone as an everlasting

monument

of the spirit's power, and

there at Tirlta's feet spread the beautiful red flower, the

glory of the Western plains where the salt lakes are

—-Sturt's

Desert Pea

we

call

it,

but to the old tribes

it

was known as

the Flower of Blood.

:

Piggiebillah the Porcupine^
PiGGiEBiLLAH was getting old and not able to do much

hunting for himself.
of

Nor

did he care so

much

for the flesh

emu and kangaroo

as he did for the flesh of men.
.

He
At
will

used to entice young men to his camp by various

devices,

and then

kill

and eat them.

last

the Daens found out what he was doing.
to

They
"

were very angry, and determined
kill

punish him.
" so
that
he,

We
A

or cripple him," they said,
be, shall

giant

though he

be powerless against our people."
his camp.

mob

of

them went and surrounded
lying asleep, face

He was
have

downwards, as he did not
him, as
it

wish his doowee or dream

spirit to leave

might

done

had

he slept on his

back,

with

his

mouth
the

exposed.
In his sleep even he seemed to hear a rustling in
leaves, but suspected "
It is

no

evil,

saying drowsily to himself

but the Bullah Bullah, or butterflies, fluttering round."
slept

Then he
at

on while his enemies closed

in

round him.

Raising their spears, with one accord they threw them
him, until his back
it.

was one mass

of them sticking up

all

over

Then

the Daens rushed

in,

and broke

his

arms

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with their boondees and woggarahs, crippling him
neither sound

indeed.

nor movement, they

thought they had killed him, and went back, satisfied with
their vengeance,
to the

camp, meaning to return for their

weapons

later.

As

soon as the Daens were gone, Piggiebillah crawled
to the

away on all fours Murgah Muggui
healed.

underground home of his

friend,

the spider.

Down

he went

in

through

the trap-door, and there he stayed until his

wounds were
to

He
so
;

tried

to

draw out the spears, but was unable

do

they stayed in his back for ever, and for ever he went
all fours,

on
as

as his tribe have done ever since.

They,

too,

he

did, get

quickly underground

if

in

danger from

enemies.

When

the

Guineeboo or redbreasts, of whose family
had been one, heard what had happened

Piggiebillah's wife
to him, they lifted
until
its

up

their voices

and sang the death wail
In

melancholy sounds echoed through the bush, as
fell

they rose and

in wave-like

cadences.

their grief

they cut

their heads with

muggil or stone

knives,

and

comeboos or tomahawks,
their breasts red,

until the blood ran

down

staining

and the breasts of the Guineeboo have

been red ever since.

Gayardaree the Platypus

A

YOUNG duck used
if

to

swim away by

herself in the creek.
devil,

Her

tribe told her that

MuUoka, the water

would catch

her some day
not heed them.

she were so venturesome.

But she did

One day

after

having

swum down some

distance, she

landed on a bank where she saw some young green grass.

She was feeding about when suddenly out rushed from
hidden place Biggoon, an immense water
rat,

a

and seized her.

alone," he said

She struggled and struggled, but "I want a wife."
;

all

in vain.

"I

live

" Let
tribe

me

go," said the
for

duck

;

"

I

am

not for you

;

my
I

have a mate

me."
I will

"

You

stay quietly with me, and
If

not hurt you.

am
will

lonely here.

you struggle more, or

try to escape, I
this little

knock you on the head, or spear you with
I

spear

always carry."

" But

my

tribe will

come and
will think
let

fight you,

and perhaps

kill

me."
" Not they.

They

even

if

they do come,
his spear.

MuUoka has got you. But I am ready." And again them.

he showed

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She was frightened
always
while
all

to

go while the
her

watched her.

She pretended
;

that she liked

new
was
came

and meant

to stay

the time she
tribe

thinking

how

she could escape.

She knew her

to look for her, for she heard them, but

Biggoon kept her
all

imprisoned in his hole in the side of the creek
letting her out for a

day, only

swim

at night,

when he knew
last

her tribe

would not come

for fear of MuUoka. She hid her feehngs so well that at

Biggoon thought

she really was content with him, and gradually he gave up

watching her, taking his long day sleep as of

old.

Then

came her chance.

One

day,

when Biggoon was sound
slid into the creek,

asleep, she slunk out

of the burrow,

and

swam away up
;

it,

as

quickly as she could, towards her old camp.

Suddenly she heard a sound behind her

she thought

it

must be Biggoon, or perhaps the dreaded Mulloka,
rest of the
tribe.

so, stiff

as her wings were, she raised herself on them, and flew the

way, alighting

at length

very tired amongst her

They

all

gabbled round her

at

once, hardly giving her

time to answer them.

When

they heard where she had
all

been, the old mother ducks

warned

the younger ones

only to swim up stream in the future, for Biggoon would
surely have

vowed vengeance against them
little
!

all

now, and

they must not risk meeting him.

How

that

duck enjoyed her Hberty and being with

her tribe again

How

she splashed as she pleased in the
if

creek in the daytime and flew about at night

she wished

!

She
It

felt

as

if

she never wanted to sleep again.

was not long before the laying season came.

The

Gayardaree the Platypus
ducks
all

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trees,
all

chose their nesting places, some in hollow
in

and some

mirrieh bushes.

When

the

nests were
laid

nicely lined with

down

feathers, the

ducks

their eggs.

Then they sat patiently on them, until at last the little fluffy, downy ducks came out. Then in a little time the ducks in
the
bills,

trees

took the ducklings on their backs and in their
at a time.

and flew into the water with them, one
in the mirrieh-bushes

Those

waddled out with

their

young

ones after them.
In due course the duck

Biggoon hatched out her

who had been imprisoned by young, too. Her friends came
was
in,

swimming round
"

the mirrieh-bush she

and said

:

Come

along.

Bring out your young ones,
water as

too.

Teach

them

to love the

we

do."

Out she came, only two children after her. And what were they ? Such a quacking gabble her friends set up,
shrieking
:

"

What

are those ?

"

"
that

My

children," she said proudly.
too,

She would not show
children

she,

was puzzled
fur.

at

her

being

quite

different

from those of her

tribe.

Instead of

down

feathers

they had a soft
bills

Instead of two feet they had four.
their feet

Their

were those of ducks, and

were webbed, and on

the hind ones were just showing the points of a spear, like

Biggoon always carried
"

to be in readiness for his enemies.

Take them away,"
like

cried the ducks, flapping their

wings
are

and making

a great splash.
us.

"

Take them away.
at their

They
;

more

Biggoon than
is

Look

hind

feet

the tip

of his spear

sticking from

them already.

Take them
kill us.

away, or we

shall kill

them before they grow big and
to

They do not belong
have no right here."

our

tribe.

Take them away.

They

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little

such a row they made that the poor
little

mother
of

duck went off with her two

despised

children,

whom
creek,
live in

she had been so proud, despite their peculiarities.
to go.
If

She did not know where
Biggoon
might
the burrow, or

she went

catch
kill

her

again,

and

down the make her

her children because they had

webbed feet, a duck's bill, and had been hatched out of eggs. He would say they did not belong to his tribe. No one
would own them.
self to care for

There would never be any one but her;

them

the sooner she took

them

right

away

the better.

So
the

thinking,

mountains.

away up stream she went until she reached There she could hide from all who
up her children.
On, on she went,
its

knew

her, and bring

until the

creek grew narrow and scrubby on

banks, so

changed from the broad streams which used to placidly flow
between large unbroken
plains, that

she scarcely knew

it.

She
for

lived there for a little while, then pined

away and

died,

even her children as they grew saw how different they
her,

were from

and kept away by themselves,
live,

until she felt

too lonely and miserable to

too

unhappy

to find food.
far

Thus pining she soon died away on the mountains,
her old noorumbah, or hereditary hunting-ground.

from

The
pair,

children lived on and throve, laid eggs and hatched
last,

out more children just like themselves, until at

pair

by

they so increased that

all

the mountain creeks had before

long some of them.

And

there they apart

or platypus, quite a tribe

still live,

the Gayardaree,
did

for

when

ever a rat

lay eggs ?

Or

a

duck have four

feet ?

How

Mungghee,

or Mussels, were

Brought to the Creeks
One day
sea-gull,
in

the far past a
flying

Was

mussel.

Wahn

the

Mungghee wurraywurraymul, or over the Western plains carrying a crow saw her, and wondering what
In her fear at being overtaken

she carried, pursued her.

she dropped the mussel.

Seeing

it

drop,

Wahn

stopped his pursuit and swooped

down
it,

to see

what

this strange thing was.

Standing beside
at
it.

with his head on one side, he peered
it

Then he
;

gave

a peck.

He

rather liked the taste of

it

he pecked

again and again, until the fish in one side of the shell was
finished.

He

never noticed that there was a
so

fish in

the

other side too,

he took up the empty
it

shell,

as

he

thought, and threw

into the creek.
all

There

this

Mungghee

throve and multiplied,

that followed her being as she
shells, not

was, one fish enclosed between two

as the one

Mungghee wurraywurraymul had brought, which had two
fish,

one on each side

shell.

Not knowing
into the creek,

that he had thrown a

Wahn determined to

Mungghee mother pursue Mungghee wurray-

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find

wurraymul and get more, or
some.

out

whence she had

brought the one he had thought so good, that he might get

Away

he flew in the direction she had gone.

He
down

overtook her some miles up the creek beside a big waterhole.

Before she saw him coming he had swooped

upon her, crying, " Give
shells

me some more

of that fish in two

you brought."
have no more.

"

I

Let me go."
it,

" Tell me, then,
for myself."

where you got

that

I

may

get

more
in

They do not belong to your country. They one far away which I passed in my flight from the
water
here.

"

live

big salt
to

Let

me

go."

And

she struggled

free

herself, crying piteously the strange,

But Wahn, the crow, held her
to
I

tightly.

sad cry of her tribe. " If you promise
bring some more
also that

go straight back
will release you.

to

that country and

That you must promise, and

when I have finished those you shall bring more, that I may never be without them again. If you do not promise
I

will kill

you now."
go,

" Let

me

and

I

will

do as you ask.

I

promise

my
me

tribe shall help
"

me

to bring

Mungghee

to

your creeks."

Go, then," said Wahn, " swiftly back, and bring to

here on the banks of the creek the fish that hides

itself

between two

shells."

And

he

let

her go, turning her head

towards the south.

Away she flew. Days passed, and months, and yet Mungghee wurraywurraymul did not return, and Wahn was
angry with himself for not having
her so deceive him.
killed

her rather than

let

He went

one day to the creek for a drink, and stooping.

Mungghee
he saw before him a
water.
shell

in the

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such as he had thrown into the was the same he took no notice, but going on along the creek he saw another and yet another.

Thinking

it

He
fish,

cracked one by holding

it

in

his beak

and knocking

it

against the root of a tree on the bank.

Then he

ate the

more he found the mud along the margin of the creek was thick with them. Then not knowing that the mussel shell he had thrown away held a
and looking round
for
fish,

he thought Mungghee wurraywurraymul must have

returned unseen by him, disappearing secretly lest he should
hurt her.

Later he found that was not
flock of her tribe flying over

so, for

one day he saw a

where he was.

They alighted
just

a

little

higher up, where he saw some of them stick the
carrying in the
so,

Mungghee they were
water.
others,

mud
little

under the

Having done

on they flew a

farther to stick

Having finished their and so on up the creek. work they turned and flew back towards the sea-coast. Wahn noticed that the Mungghee came out of the water,
and opening
their shells, stretched out.

between them, and

uttered a low, piteous, muffled, raew-like sound.
their

Making
for the

way along the mud, they Mungghee wurraywurraymul to
But their
cries

cried as they

went

take them back to their
for far

country.

were unheeded,

own away were

the sea-gulls.

At
than

last

they reached the Mungghee which had been born

in the creek.

These being stronger and more numerous
soon
altered
their

the

newcomers,

habits
fish

of

life,

teaching them to live as they did, only one
joined-together shells
since.
;

in the

two

and so have

all

mussels been ever
visits of

For though from time

to time,

on the rare

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in the

the

brought, yet these too soon do as the others.

The Daens cook mussels
and
eat

hot ashes of their
it

fires,

them with
to

relish, saying,

" If

had not been
it

for

Wahn we
who

should not have had this good food, for he
it

was

caused

be given to us by Mungghee wurray-

wurraymul, the mussel-bringer."

Wurrunnah's Trip to the Sea
When
alone.

the two Meamei* were translated to the sky from
failing to recover them,

Wurrunnah's camp,
started

he journeyed on
he had

He was now
from,

a long

way from

the spot

which

was near Nerangledool.

He

had

passed Yaraanbah, Narine, and had reached Nindeegoolee,

where the

little

sand-ridges are, to where the Earmoonan

have gone from Noondoo.

He was

camping by some water when he saw a strange

creature coming towards him, having the body and head of

a dog, feet of a woman, and a short
or five feet in the air as
it

tail.

It

bounded four

came along, making a whirring,
to

whizzing noise with
"

its lips.

What

is

this

coming

water ?

"

said

Wurrunnah
:

to

himself.

When
that
I

the creature

was

close,

he said

" It

must
at

be Earmoonan, one of the pups of the dog Byamee

left

Noondoo

have heard
it,

of." t
is

He

called out to

"

Where

your old master

? "

for

he thought he would
where Byamee was.

find out if the strange creature

For answer the

knew Earmoonan made the
Sisters."

* See "Australian Legendary Tales," p. 41, " t Ibid., p. 104, " The Borah of Byamee."

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whizzing noise

his lips

Wurrunnah had
away from you?"
sort of
like

already heard.

Wurrunnah
pursing of the

said

:

"

Has he gone

right

Again came only the
" Phur-r, phur-r."

spluttering,

whizzing noise, a

lips together,

and blowing out a sound
"

"Is

it

true that he has gone for ever ?

" Phur-r, phur-r,"

came again the answer.
up and motioned Earmoonan back,
now.

Wurrunnah
saying:
ihere

stood

"You go away
You
lie
tell

That

will do.

I

want you

no more.

me
:

nothing of Byamee."

At the sound of the name "Byamee," Earmoonan jumped
away, saying as

went

" Phur-r, phur-r."

He
the

quickly disappeared, going back to the sand-ridges
rest

under which Wurrunnah had heard he and the
strange
litter

of

lived,

in

huge

caves,

where- they

imprisoned
them.

any

travellers

they

could

round

up

into

Nothing frightened them but mention of the name

of Byamee.

Wurrunnah

did not

mean

to risk

another encounter, so
for
is

he hurried on to Dungerh.

On, on he travelled

many
on the

days, until at last he reached Doogoonberh, which
sea.

Seeing a wide expanse of water before
little

him and

feeling thirsty, he took his

binguie

down

to dip

some

out and drink.
"

Kuh
!

"
!

realised the strange taste.

he said as he swallowed a mouthful before he " Kuh Budta Budta Salt
!

!

!

Salt

" said he, as

he spat out what he could.
salt,

He
again,

thought

it

must be the white froth that was
tasted.

so

he cleared

this off

with his hand, dipped the binguie in
"

and again

Kuh

!

Kuh

!

Budta

!

Budta

1

I

;

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am
thirsty.
I

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and

must go back

to the water-holes I passed

get a drink there."

Before going, he looked as far as his eye could reach
across the sea.
this that

He
in

said
it

:

"

What

sort

of flood water

is

has a tree

nowhere, not even a mirrieh-bush,
It

and
at

is salt, salt to
all.

taste ?
like

does not look
the

like flood

water

It
it.

looks

Goonagulla,

sky,

with white
is
still

clouds on
all this

Yet when the clouds move the sky
is

moves and

water, though surely

man

never tasted

such before."

Wonderingly,

back

he

went

to

the

water-holes

and

quenched his

thirst.

Then he

killed

two opossums, and
and some

skinned them to make water-bags, orguUeemeah.

That night as he camped out of sight
distance
for the

of,

away

from, the sea he heard
risen.

its

wind had

What

the noise

booming noise, was he did not
strange water

know.

again, thinking he might
side.

The next morning he went to now make
he
climbed

see the

out a bank on the far

Seeing a high tree a few hundred yards from the

beach,

up

it

and

looked

again

seawards,

scanning the distant horizon for trees or land.
only water, a dark troubled-looking water that day.
" There
is

He saw

a thunderstorm

in

it.

This must be the
" That

camp of Dooloomai
what
I

the Thunder, and the roaring winds,"
is

he said as he listened to the angry booming,
heard
last night."

Then, as he saw the tide rising
to the beach,

and the waves chasing each other on

where

they dashed with an angry roar, going back only to come
rushing in again higher next time, he said: "There must

be

Wundah

devils

in

it,

and they are trying

to get me.

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;

will

go up that high mountain

there shall
;

I

see better."

But

vain he climbed the mountain

he saw only the

strange water, as far as he could see, water, only water.

Down
holes,

the mountain he went again, back to the waterskins
to

where were hanging the opossum
into water-bags.
still

dry.

These he quickly made
he went to

He
first

waited until

he saw the strange water
it

as

when he
it.

saw

it,

then

and

filled

the bags with

up a few

shells to take

away with him.
and
tell

He then He meant

picked
to

go

straight back to his tribe

them what he had

seen,
it

taking with him the bags of water that they might taste

and know

his story

was

true.

On

his return journey he

met a very old Daen.
this

Wurstrange

runnah thought he might know something of
water, and
to all
its

booming

voices.

The

old wirreenun listened

Wurrunnah

told him.

He

tasted the water,

spat

it

out again, sat silent for

some

time, then

he said

:

" Surely
told

have then

my

father's fathers

spoken truly when they

their children, that there

was beyond the mountains more

water than the eye of

man

could

stretch

across,

water

covering a bigger plain than the eye of

man has

ever seen,

water which
its

is full

of dangers for man,
it

whom

it

pursues to

very banks, where

rages
live

when
in
it,

it

cannot catch him for

the

many monsters which

and are bigger, they

said,

and deadlier than Kurreahs. Saw you any such ? " " Nothing," said Wurrunnah, " did I see but water, budta But the voices of these monsters was
heard, bidding the water

water everywhere.
the noise
I

draw me
I

to

them, and

howling
to

in rage

when
tell

I

got free away.
I

shall

go swiftly

my

tribe,

and

them what

have seen and heard."

Before going he gave the old wirreenun some of the

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him

water that his tribe might taste

it.

He

also gave

a

shell,

one of those he had picked up on the beach.
shells

These
one
tribe

were afterwards the cause of many

fights,

trying to get them from the other.

The

oldest

wirreenun of the tribe always wore one of them at the great
corroborees.

After
in

many

generations had
it

passed away,
it

one wirreenun,
in his

whose possession
spirit tree.

was, put
to this
there.
it.

for safety

Minggah, or
it,
it,

And
it

day there are

fights about

for

he died leaving

Some

tribes

try to steal

but others fight to protect

Every now and then on his road home Wurrunnah had
to stay

and make fresh bags
ones started
to

to carry the salt water in, as

the old

leak,

but at

length he reached

Nerangledool again, with enough for the elders of his tribe
to taste.

None
all

of

them knew where he had been, nor could they

imagine what this water was which stretched farther than
their hunting grounds.
to

camp was brought

Any Wurrunnah

stranger that came to the
that he might hear from
his

him what had turned

him back on
tell

journey.
;

But

Wurrunnah

did not live long to

his story

what he had

seen became a tradition in his

tribe.

He had
return.

broken the law of Byamee by leaving his own
live

hunting ground, so was not allowed to

long after his

But yet so famous was he from his

far

journeyings that

when he
round

died, followed

by a

terrific

crash, a

huge meteor
for miles

shot across the
that
a

sky, thereby telling the tribes

great
to

spirit

had

passed

from
the

the

earth.

From

generation

generation

was

told

story

of

Wurrunnah's journey and the strange water he had

seen,

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corroborees were seen the shells he had

brought.

At length the

Wundah

or white devils

came

to live in

the country, and the truth of the old tradition

was proved

by some black boys who went down from Gundablouie with
cattle to

Mulubinba.

There they saw the widely stretching water, with the
white clouds on
it.

There they heard

its

booming

roar.

They were

terrified,
:

but one boy, more venturesome than

the others, said

" Let US-taste

it.

If

it

is salt,

then in truth this

is lilce

the water the old
tasted
'

men
salt.

tell

us

Wurrunnah saw."
which they
it,

They

it.

It

was

" It is true," they said, " that

told us.

We
it.

will tell

them that we too have seen
will take

and have tasted

And we
to

corroborees."

back some of these wa-ah to wear at the So back to the tribes they took the shells

prove their story.

One
an
old

of those boys, the

first
it

man now.

He

is

who tasted the who told me

salt water, is

the story of

Wurrunnah's

trip to the sea.

Walloobahl the Bark Lizard
Every
to

day, while the

little

camp

children were playing and
little

their parents

were away hunting, a strange
camp.

boy used

come

to the

He was

only a

little

boy about six

or seven years old.

Every afternoon,

after

having played for some time with

the other children, he would run

away from them, go round
all,

the different dardurrs, and steal food out of them

taking,

anything eatable he could

find.

When
called out

the children
:

saw him thus helping
!

himself, they
"

" Don't touch our mother's things

He

did not heed them, but took

what he wanted.
taller

The
taller,

children used to try and get what he took back.

But whenand

they came near to him he shot up suddenly
far out of their reach.

Having thus

startled

them
the

into

leaving him alone, he would escape to his

own camp,

the

whereabouts of which no one knew.

At

last

parents

began to notice how much of
their absence,
eat
all

their food

was taken during

and they said angrily

to their children, "

You

our food."
not.
It is

"No," they said, "we do comes while you are away.
the scrub."

a

little

boy who

He comes

along that track in

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if

To-morrow we
truth, for
it

will wait

for him,

you are telhng the
steal all

would be a strange
day."

boy who could

the food

we miss every

Accordingly the next day the parents hid
their humpies, instead of

themselves in

going out as usual.
;

The children played about, watching for the little boy when they saw him coming one of them ran and told the
parents.

Walloobahl, after playing for a
to the first

little

while as usual, went

humpie and

sat

down, looking round for what
had rested a few minutes he

he might take.

After he

helped himself to some food, and was then moving on to
the next humpie.
steps, out the

But before he had time

to

go many

men and women
But

rushed, yelling at him and

brandishing boomerangs and

boondees, which they soon

threw

at him.

to their surprise,

even as their children

had

said,

up he
fell

shot,

growing

taller

and

taller,

while their

weapons
grew

harmlessly around him.
at

Seizing more they
higher up, but he
their

threw another shower
taller

him, aiming
unhurt.

and

taller, still

Then dropping
at

remaining boomerangs and boondees, they caught hold of
their spears

and threw these with deadly force
fell

him.

As
was

the spears pierced him, Walloobahl

dead.
said
:

As they saw him

lying there, the

Daens

"He

our enemy, stealing our food.

No

need to bury him.

We

will only cover him with bark and change our camp."

This they

did,

and long afterwards they saw creep from
little

under the bark a

lizard.
it

And

they called

it

Walloo-

bahl, because they said

must be the

spirit of the
little

boy they

had

killed.

And

ever since then the

bark hzard has

been called Walloobahl.

Goolayyahlee the Pelican
At one
them,
time the Daens had no fishing nets, nor then had

they the stone fisheries which
the
best

Byamee
is

afterwards
still

made
seen

for
at

model of which

to

be

Brewarrina.
In order to catch fish in those days they used to

make
to

a wall of poligonura and grass mixed together, across the

creek

;

then go above

it

and drive the

fish

down

it,

catching them with their hands against the break or wall.

Or they would put

these breaks across a

mubboon

or small

tributary of the main creek, as a flood

was going down, and,

as the water ran out of the mubboon, fish would be caught
in

numbers

in the break.

Goolayyahlee the pelican, a great wirreenun, was the
first

seen with a net.
it,

But where he had obtained
no one knew
tell

it

from,

or where he kept

for a long while.

When

he wanted to

fish

he used to
"

his children to

go and get
fishing.

sticks for the ends of the net, that they might
"

go

But where

is

the net ?

" It will be here
tell

when you come
sticks."

back.

You do what

I

you.

Get the

Frightened to ask more the children went to break the'

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which Goolayyahlee said must be of Eurah, a droopthe banks of the
creeks, or near

ing shrub growing on

swamp
at,

oak-scrub.

This shrub bore masses of large cream

bell-shaped flowers, spotted with brown, beautiful to look

but sickening to smell

:

where no dheal grew

this

shrub

was used

in place of that sacred tree.

When
net, ten

the children brought back the eurah sticks, there
in front
feet

on the ground
Beside

of their father
long,-

was the

big fishing

or twelve
it

and four or
fire

five feet

wide.

was a small smoke

of budta twigs, on to
leaves,

which Goolayyahlee now threw some of the eurah and when the smoke was thick he held the net
taking the net
water,
in
it.

Then,
the

with them,

down they

all

where two rnen with the net
sticks

which were the eurah

—-went

went

into

through the ends of

down stream

to

a

shallow place, where they stationed themselves one at each

end of the net stretched across the creek between them.

The

others went up stream and splashed about to frighten

the fish

down

to the net, in

which some were soon caught.

When

they had enough they would come out,
fish.

make

fires

and cook the

Every fishing-time the

tribe puzzled

over the question as to

how and where Goolayyahlee had
it,

obtained this valuable net, and as to where he kept
after

for
it

each fishing-time he took
until

it

away and no one saw

again

they went fishing
it

;

his wife

and children said

he never took

to his

humpie.

One day
where

the children thought that
sticks,

when they were

sent

for the eurah

some

of

them would hide and watch

their father did get this net from.

They saw

him,

when he thought they were

safely out
if

of sight, begin to

twist his neck about and wriggle as

in great pain.

They

Gbolayyahlee the Pelican
thought he must be very
their hiding place,
ill

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and were just coming from

when

all

of a sudden he gave a violent

Wriggle, contorting himself until his neck
to an his

seemed

to stretch

immense length
huddled

;

the children were too frightened at
;

appearance to move

they stayed where they were,
their

speechless,
father,

together,

eyes

fixed

on

their

who gave

another convulsive movement and then, to
forth

their

amazement, out through his mouth he brought

the fishing net.

So

that

was where he kept
it

it,

inside himself.
until
it all
it,

The

chil-

dren watched him drawing
in front of him, then

out,

lay in a heap

down he

sat beside

apparently none

the worse, to await their return.

The

children

who had been

hiding ran to meet the others,

whom

they told

what they had seen.

at their

discovery that they talked

the secret hiding-place of the net

They were so excited much about it, and soon was a secret no longer,
At
last

but as yet no one

knew how

it

was made.

Goolay-

yahlee grew tired of having to produce his net so often, for
the fame of this

new method
;

of fishing had spread through-

out

the

country
net.

even strange tribes
told the people to

came
told

to

see

the

wonderful

He

do as he had done,

and make nets
do
it.

for themselves.

Then he

them how

to

They were
it

to strip off

mooroomin, or Noongah bark,

take off the hard outside part, then

chew the
fibre,

softer part,

and

work

into twine,

with which they could
said,

make
and

the nets

though he only, he
a great wirreenun
After that
all

swallowed the
;

it

worked

itself up into a net inside him
;

but that was because he

was

others could not do so.

the tribes

made

fishing-nets, but

only the

tribe of Goolayyahlee could work the fibre inside them into

6o
nets,

More
tell

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to this day, the

which the pelicans do

Daens

say.

And
beaks

the Daens

you you

that if

you watch the Goolayyahlee or
do not dip
;

pelicans fishing,
straight

will see that they

their

down, as do other fish-catching birds

the pelicans

put their heads sideways,
bills,

and then dip their long pouched
Into these
into their

as

if

they were going to draw a net.
fish
still

pouches go the
nets,

they catch, and thence

down

which they

carry inside them, though they never
as in the days of Goolayyahlee, the

bring them out
great

now

fishing wirreenun,

who gave

all

his tribe the
bills,

deep

pouches which hang on to their long yellow
instead of the net which each
carries

to use

inside him, though

these are very miniature editions of the original Gpolayyah^
lee's net,

but yet big enough to

let

the tribe

still

bear his

name, which means one having a

net.

Mungoongarlee the Iguana
and Ouyouboolooey the Black Snake
When
much
a
the animals were
first

on the earth they were very
In those days the bite of was.

bigger than they are now.

snake was not poisonous, but that of an iguana
dwarfed condition measures

Mungoongarlee, the largest kind of iguana, which even now
in its comparatively
five feet

or

so from tongue to

tail,

was, by reason of his poisonous

bite,

quite a terror in the land.
of black fellows,

His favourite food was the
he used to
kill in

flesh

whom

numbers.
at

Such
all

havoc had he wrought amongst them that
other
this

last

the

tribes

held a meeting to discuss
slaughter.

how

best to

check

wholesale

Many

things were suggested,
effective.

but nothing that seemed likely to be

The meeting

was breaking up

;

the tribes could think of no plan to save

their relations, the Daens.

Just as they were dispersing

came Ouyouboolooey to the watering-place. He asked what the meeting was about Dinewan the emu told him, that Mungoongarlee was so merciless towards the Daens or
;

black fellows, living almost entirely on their flesh, that they
feared

the race

would soon be exterminated
it.

if

something

were not done

to stop

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"And,"

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Bohrah the kangaroo, "though some of us are as big and bigger, as strong and stronger than Mungoongarlee, if we went to fight him he would kill us with
the poison he carries in
die,
a

hidden bag, and

we

too should

even as our relations the Daens do.

Most of us have
to

relations

amongst the Daens, and we do not wish
yet

see

them
"

all killed,

we know
relations

not

how

to stop the slaughter."

I,

too,

have

amongst them, the hippi and
said

comeboo.
looey.

My
how ?
"

relations

must be saved,"
"

Ouyouboo-

" But

said the others.

We
and

are nearly

all

their

relations."

" Mungoongarlee himself

is their

my

relation," said

Moodai the opossum.
"

But that does not stop him from slaying them, whether

they are our relations the Murrees and Gubbees, or the
others, he slays
all alike."
I

"

I

tell

you that

shall save the

Daens from Mungoon-

garlee," said

Ouyouboolooey.
? " said

" But
"

how
I

the others in chorus.

That

tell

to none.

But Yhi the sun
I

shall not

go to

her rest to-morrow before

shall

have got that poison bag

from Mungoongarlee."

"Yhi

the

sun
trees

shall not

have hidden behind that clump

of Yaraan

before

you

lie

dead from

the

poison

Mungoongarlee
" Did
I

carries, if

you

fight against him." Is there

talk of fighting ?
?
I

no way
fight

to gain
die.
I

your
shall

end but by fighting
not fight him, and
kill

Let those
shall live.

who

No Mungoongarlee

shall

me."
saying,

So

away

glided Ouyouboolooey through the trees

Mungoongarlee the Iguana
surrounding

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the water-hole where the tribes had met. he was gone, the others talked of him and his boasting for awhile, then they all dispersed, having agreed to

When

meet again

at the

same

place,

when Yhi

the sun

was sinking

to rest the next evening.

Ouyouboolooey went
plans.

his

way

alone,

pondering over his

Cunning he knew must be

his guide to victory;
it,

not otherwise could he hope to gain

for

Mungoongarlee
bag of poison

was bigger than he was,
was
his.

stronger, quicker of hearing and
all

quicker to move, and above

the hidden

The

only advantage that Ouyouboolooey thought

he had was that Mungoongarlee had been invincible so long that he might have grown careless and unsuspicious.

Ouyouboolooey
garlee
follow

decided

he would

wait

until

Mungoonwould then

was gorged with his favourite food. him until he saw him go to sleep after

He

his feast.

That

would be the next day.

Having thus decided, Ouyouboolooey went near Muncamp, and lay down to sleep there. The next morning he watched Mungoongarlee sally out. He followed him at a distance, saw him surprise three Daens
goongarlee's

one
back

after the other,

and

kill

them some

all,

then

sit

down and

eat his favourite parts, taking
to his
sit

of the flesh afterwards

camp with him.

Ouyouboolooey followed him,
roll

saw him
sleep.

down and

eat more, then

over and go to

"

Now

is

my

chance,"

thought

Ouyouboolooey, as he
crack the
first
I

crept into the camp.

He was

just going

to

raise

his boondee

to "

skull of Mungoongarlee,

when he

thought,

But

might as well

find

out where he keeps and

how he

uses

:

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the poison.

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If
I

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it

had

I

could soon

make myself

feared

of

all

the tribes as he is."

Thus
awoke.

thinking he sat

down

to wait until

Mungoongarlee Mungoongarlee

He

did

not have to wait long.

slept but restlessly.
sat

Feeling something

was near he awoke,

up and looked round. At a little distance away he saw Ouyouboolooey. As he was making a rush at him, Ouyouboolooey called out " Take care If you kill me you will hear nothing of
!

the plot the tribes have planned against you, of which

I

have come to warn you."
"

What

plot ?

What
"

can the tribes do against

me

?

Have I now of
" If

killed

numbers of the biggest
their plot

tribe to be frightened

the others ?

you knew

you would have no need
life is in

to fear

them
" "

;

knowing

it

not your

danger."

Then tell it So I meant
I

to to

me."
do.

But you were going

to kill
I

me,
save

though your
" If

had not harmed you.
"
tell

Why,

then, should

life ?

you do not

me

I

shall surely kill you."

" Then you will be

killed yourself, for

no one

else will

warn you."
" Tell

me
do
I

the

plot,

Ouyouboolooey, and your

life

is

spared, and the lives of your tribe for ever."
"
will

How

know
"

that

you

will
I

keep your word
that

?

You

promise much, but
?

how do

know

you

will fulfil

your promise

to

" Ask of me what pleases you, and I show I mean what I say." " Then while I tell you the plot that

will give

it

to you,

threatens you, give

Mungoongarlee the Iguana
me your
feel safe.

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hidden poison bag to hold.

Then only

shall I tell

Then only shall I you what was planned at
;

the water-hole where the
said the

tribes meet to drink where all Daens should be saved and your end assured.
it

And

surely

will

be so

if

you do not know
Ouyouboolooey
it
;

their plans."
to

Mungoongarlee asked

name some

other boon, and surely he would grant

but his hidden

poison bag would he give to none.
" That
I

is

the way.

do

so.

You
I

poison bag.
to go.

name what I want. cannot grant it. So be it. Keep your will keep my plot." And he moved as if
to

You ask me

" Stay

!

"

cried Mungoongarlee,
all risks.

who was determined

to

hear the plot at
"

Then

let

me

hold the poison bag."
tried

Mungoongarlee

to

induce Ouyouboolooey to make
in.

other terms, but in vain, so he gave

Reaching into his
;

mouth he drew
frighten

the hidden poison bag out
it

then he tried to
:

Ouyouboolooey from taking
of
it

by saying

"

The touch
put
it

will

poison one not used to handle
tell
;

it.

I will

beside
not

me
do

while you

the plot against me."
I

"You
"

will

what
"

I

ask

will

go."

And he
" Here,

turned away.

Not
it."

so

;

not

so

!

cried

Mungoongarlee.

take

Assuming

as

indifferent

an

air

as

he could, Ouyouit

boolooey took the bag, and went back with
place on the edge of the camp.

to his old

"

Now

quickly
this,"

tell

me

the plot," said Mungoongarlee.

"It was

said

Ouyouboolooey, putting the poison

bag

into his

own mouth.

Then going on

:

"

It

was
E

this.

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take

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to get this

was

bag from you, and so

away your power to harm the Daens in the future. I vowed to do so before Yhi the sun went to her rest to-night. Not by strength could I do it. Nor by strength Cunning I brought with me, and did I try to do it. Back I go now to tell the tribes." cunning has done it. And before Mungoongarlee had time to realise how he had been tricked, Ouyouboolooey was gone.
After him went Mungoongarlee, but his meal had been

heavy him
"

;

he only caught Ouyouboolooey up

in

time to hear

tell

the tribes that as he had said so had he done.

Give us then the poison bag that
"

we may
None
it."

destroy

it,"

they said. " Not so," said Ouyouboolooey.
get
"
it.

of you could

It is

mine alone.

I

shall

keep

" "

Then you shall never live in our camp." I shall come as I please to your camps." Then we shall slay you. You are not
I

big

as

is

Mungoongarlee."

"But

have the poison bag.

Whosoever

interferes with

me surely shall he die." And away went Ouyouboolooey
leaving Mungoongarlee to
tricked.
tell

with the poison bag,

the tribes

how he had

been

Ever since then the snakes have been poisonous, and
not
the iguanas, and there has

been

a feud between

the

snakes and the iguanas, who never meet without

fighting.

But though the snakes have the
powerless to injure the iguanas with
lee

poison
it.

bag,

they are

For Mungoongarif

was a great wirreenun, and he knew of a plant which

eaten after snakebite

made

the poison powerless

"to kill

or

Mungoongarlee the Iguana
injure.

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evil

Directly an iguana is bitten by a snake he rushes

to this plant,

and eating
bite.

it,

is

saved from any

con-

sequences of the

This antidote has ever since been
left

the secret of the iguana tribe, the Mungoongarlee

in

their possession

by

who

lost his

poison bag by the cunning

of Ouyouboolooey the black snake.

Wayambeh

the Turtle and the

Woggoon

Turkey
of Gougourgahgah, the

Wayambeh
for

the turtle

was the wife

laughing jackass.

They had

a quarrel

when

the time came

Wayambeh

tribe did to

She was going as her the sand beside the creek, there to make a hole
to

lay her eggs.

and deposit them

;

but

Gougourgahgah

said

that

was

a

mad

thing to do, a flood might come and wash them away.
lay the eggs in a hollow tree.
:

She should

Wayambeh said And even if I did
cover the eggs ?

"

How

shall I get into a hollow tree ?

get there how should I get sand up to And how would the sun shine on the
?

sand
"

to heat

it

and hatch them out
I

" ? "

How
My

was

born, and

my

mother before me

asked

Gougourgahgah, answering her question with another, going
on, "

wife can do surely as our mothers did ? "
is

"

I

as the

am a Wayambeh, and it Wayambehs do. Does
mother
I shall

right only for

me
its

to

do

a child not

take

name

from
I

its

?

My
to

children will be
tribe."

Wayambeh

even as

am.

go

Straight went

my own Wayambeh

to

the creek where her tribe

Wayambeh
lived.

the Turtle

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Gougourgah-

Into the water she went after them.
to

gah followed her
sent his servant

the edge. the

Wonga

Then he turned back and pigeon, and Dumerh the wife
tell
I

of

Wonga,

after

Wonga sent But Wayambeh
him come himself

Wayambeh. Dumerh on to
said
:

Wayambeh
will not

to

come back.
Let

" No,

go back.

if

he wants me."
told this to
for

Wonga

and Dumerh went back and

Gouhim.

gourgahgah,

who went

as

his

wife

had asked

But on the bank of the creek he saw the

mother of

Wayambeh,
did

so he turned back, for the law of the tribes

not

let

him speak

to

his

mother-in-law.

He

sent

Wonga
will not

to consult her.

"Tell him," said

go back.

Wayambeh the He would have
tell

mother,

"my

daughter

her break the laws of

her tribe.

She

shall not leave her people."

Wonga went
was beginning
him

back to
to

Gougourgahgah.
an

Just as he

do

so, out

from the grass crept behind
snake,
old

Ouyouboolooey the

black

lover

of

Wayambeh, who was
to bring his old love

so enraged at this messenger wanting

back to the husband she had

left

that

he meant to
spring on to

kill

him.

He was

in

the

act

of making a

Wonga

to throttle

him,

when Gougourgahgah
was on the back of
let

saw him. Gougourgahgah made one
Ouyouboolooey.
the
air,

dart and

Clutching hold of him, he flew high in
his
flight

up, up, as far as

him
let

go, then

he

loosened his hold of Ouyouboolooey and
swiftly,

him drop

thud to the earth, his back broken.

Down

after

him flew Gougourgahgah.

There

in

his

camp he saw

his

enemy

lying dead.

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he
said
;

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" once

" Twice have you tried to injure me, and twice have you

when you wanted to marry Wayambeh, who was promised to me, and now when you
wanted
to kill

my

faithful servant,

sneaking as you did

like
lie

a coward behind him.

But instead of him, you yourself

dead, powerless for ever to

harm me.

So

shall

I

kill

ever

your treacherous
a

tribe,

against

whom my

people shall have

dullaymullaylunnah, or vengeful hatred, for ever.
it is

Ah

!

But

good

to see

you

my enemy
laughed

lying there."

And Gougourgahgah
"

long

and loud peals of

laughter, until the whole creek-side echoed with his startling

Gou

—gour—gah —

gah.

Gou

—gour— gah—
to

gah."
for her

Startling indeed

was the sound

Wayambeh,

liusband had always looked too

solemn

to laugh, except

when he had
she could.

to herald the sunrise.

She hurried

out of the

water, and went

away along

the opposite bank as fast as

She thought,

as peal after peal of his strange

loud laughter reached her, that her husband had gone mad,

and

if

he caught her would

kill

her.

So near the laughter
her.

sounded that she fancied he was pursuing
not dare to look round but sped swiftly on.

She

did

But instead

of following her, Gougourgahgah was eating his enemy, and

vowing again

that so long as his tribe lived so long should
killing

they wage war against the tribe of Ouyouboolooey,

and eating them.

While this feast off her old lover was going on, Wayambeh was putting an immense distance between herself and her old camp. At length she was too tired to go farther.

Where she
eggs in
it

rested

was a
to

nice

Here she decided
in

camp.

sandy place beside the creek. She made a hole and laid her
the last

due course.

When

was

laid,

and she

Wayambeh
was
carefully covering

the

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them up ready

for the hatching, she

heard a sound on the bank above her.

Looking up she
head and neck,
:

saw there a dark-feathered
peering
"

bird, with a red

down

at

her,

who, on seeing her look up, said
? "

Why

do you cover your eggs up

"That the sand and sun may hatch them." " But won't you sit on them yourself?"

No indeed Why should I do that warm where they are, and come out even
"
!

?

as

They will be I came out, in

the right time.

If

I

sat

on them
I

I

might break them.
brush

And who would

get

me

food ?

should die and they too."
the

The red-headed
him what she had
that plan,
it

bird,

which was Woggoon

turkey, went back to where her mate
seen.

She

said

was feeding and told she would like to try
to sit

seemed much easier than having
to

on the

eggs week after week.

Her mate told her not each tribe had ways
;

be in a hurry to change her

its

own
all

custom.

Wayambeh
and see
if

might be only fooling her.
the eggs

Then the They would wait
But even so he

came out

right.

would not have her make a nest near the creek where a
sudden
scrub.
rise

might wash

it

away.

They must

stick to their

At length time proved that what Wayambeh had said was true. The little Wayambeh all came out, and were
strong and well.

Then

the

Woggoons
in,

decided they would

try and hatch their eggs without sitting on them.

They
Then

could not dig a hole to lay them

but they scratched up a

heap of mixed debris,
the mother
the

earth, sand, leaves

and
laid

sticks.

Woggoon

every second day

an egg until in

mound were

fifteen, all

apart from each other, with the

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Over these they put
all

some more
a heaped-up
all

decayed leaves and rubbish, and outside
covering of more leaves and twigs.

When

this

was

done the parents waited anxiously

for the result.

As
if

time went on the mother bird grew restless.
all

What
?

she had killed

her young just to save herself

She
out
hot.

fussed round the big

mound which
it

stood some feet high.
;

She put her head
quickly,

in to feel if

were warm
nest

drew

it

delighted

to
to

find

the
it

was absolutely
hot.

Then, she

began

fear

would be too

Full

of

anxiety she scratched away the earth and leaves, thinking
the covering
listened.

was too much.
that

She stopped suddenly and
note ?

Was
It

a

baby-bird

She

listened

again.

was.
told

She

called to her mate.

He

came, and

when she

until to their

him what she had heard, he scratched away joy out came the finest chicks they had ever

seen, quite independent

and strong, with feet and wings more advanced than any seen on their chicks before. Proud of the success of her plan, and anxious to spread
the good news, the mother family to
tell all

Woggoon

ran away from her-

her tribe about them.

The

next season the other

Woggoons added

to the size of

the mound, and
nest, until at

many

of the mothers laid their eggs in one

last

the whole tribe adopted the same plan,

thus earning for themselves the

name

of

Mound

Builders.

where
The Meamei,
were seven

the Frost

Comes From
They They had

or Pleiades, once lived on this earth.*

sisters

remarkable for their beauty.

long hair to their waists, and their bodies sparkled with
icicles.

Their father and mother lived among the rocks
distant mountain, staying there always, never
did.

away on some

wandering about as their daughters
used to go hunting,

When

the sisters
tribes,

they never joined any other

though
them.

many One

tried

from time to time to make friends with
family

large

of

boys

in

particular
to

thought

them so

beautiful that they wished

them

stay with them
to

and be their wives.
follow the

These boys, the Berai-Berai, used

Meamei

about, and watching where they camped,

used to leave there offerings for them.

The
bees.

Berai-Berai had great
First they

skill

in finding the nests of

would catch a

bee,

and

stick
its

some white
to

down
its

or a white feather with

some gum on
let
it

back between
it

hind legs.

Then they would

go,

and follow

its nest.

and leave

at the

The honey they found they would camps of the Meamei, who

put in wirrees
ate the honey,

but listened not to the wooing.
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stole

But one day old Wurrunnah
capturing them by stratagem.
off them, but only

two of the

girls,

He

tried to

warm

the icicles

succeeded in putting out his

fire.

After a term of forced captivity the two stolen girls were
translated to the sky.
stationed.

There they found
since

their five sisters

With them they have

remained

;

not

shining quite so brightlj' as the other
dulled

five,

having been

by the warmth of Wurrunnah's
for ever,
tribe

fires.

When
their

the Berai-Berai found that the

Meamei had

left

this earth

they were inconsolable.
to them, but as

Maidens of

own

were offered

they could not
to

have the Meamei they would have none.
comforted they would not
eat,

Refusing

be

and so pined away and

died.

The

spirits

were sorry

for

them, and

pleased with their

constancy, so they gave them too a place in the sky, and
there they are
still.

Orion's

Sword and

Belt

we

call

them,

but to the Daens they are
boys.

still

known
still

as Berai-Berai, the

The Daens say
for them.
at

the Berai-Berai

hunt the bees by

day, and at night dance corroborees which the

For though the Meamei

stay in their

Meamei sing own camp

some distance from the Berai-Berai, they are not too far away for their songs to be heard. The Daens say, too, that
the

Meamei

will shine ever as

an example to

all

women

on

earth.

At one time
lived

of the year, in

remembrance
off"

that they once
ice

on earth, the Meamei break
and

some

from themin
:

selves

throw

it

down.
ice

When, on waking
everywhere they say

the

morning, the Daens see

"

The

Meamei have

not

forgotten us.

of their ice down.

We

will

They have thrown some show we remember them^too."

Where
Then they

the

Frost
ice,

Comes From
and hold
it

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septum

take a piece of

to the

of the noses of such children
theirs pierced.

When

the

who have not already had septums are numb with the cold

they are pierced, and a straw or bone placed through them. " Now," say the Daens, " these children will be able to
sing as the

Meamei

sing."

A
when

relation of the

Meamei was looking down
were being translated
the
old

at the earth to

the two sisters

the sky.

When
again,

he

saw how
about

man from whom
and

they had

escaped ran

blustering
at

ordering them

down

he was so amused

Wurrunnah's

discomfiture,

and glad

at their escape, that

he burst out laughing, and
still

has been laughing ever since, being

known

as Daendee

Ghindamaylannah, the laughing
Venus.

star, to

the Daens, to us as

Whpn
"There

thunder

is

heard in the winter time the Daens say
again.

:

are the

Meamei bathing

That

is

the noise

they make as they jump, doubled up, into the water, when
playing Bubahlarmay, for whoever makes the loudest flop

wins the game, which
people too."

is

a favourite one with

the

earth

When the noise of the Bubahlarmay of the Meamei is heard the Daens say too, " Soon rain will fall, It will reach us the Meamei will splash the water down.
in three days."

Bubburr the Giant Brown and Yellow Snake
BuTHA
the lissome and soft-eyed

was promised was
at

to Murree,

the swift-in-pursuit-of-game, and the time

hand when
from a

he could claim
Boorah.

her, for

he was
tests

now coming back
to

Back from the

of courage, back as a brave

of his tribe, back with a

right

marry.
first to
tell

Back

to dis-

appointment

;

back to despair.

For

meet him was
of

Gubbee, the father of Butha.
Butha, his promised one.
for

First to

him the news

Told how she had been hunting
into

honey.

How
How,

she had come to the nest of a Bubburr,

whence she had taken some eggs, bringing them even
the camp.
just as those

who knew

of the danger

rebuked her

for touching these, gliding into their midst

had

come the mammoth snake Bubburr. Past them all, straight to Butha went Bubburr, coiled his form round hers, crushing the life from her. Then swiftly went he as he had come, leaving Biltha, the lissome and
soft-eyed, lifeless before them.

"Am
Gubbee.

I

in time for the burial ? " said

Murree.
buried her," said

"Three times has Yhi

slept since

we

Giant Brown and Yellow Snake
" Then she
the heaven of
is

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The

even

now
I

travelling towards Weebulloo,

women.

shall be swift to follow her.
I

dheal twigs are yet green on her path.
yet from Weebulloo."

shall snatch her

"Think you,"
was murdered
and he said

said

Gubbee

scornfully,

"that she

who
? "

will follow

one who has not avenged her

Then Murree paused from slaying himself as he stood, " There is wisdom in your words, O Gubbee,
:

father of She-who-is-lost.

I

shall first slay Bubburr,

the

snake demon."
his tribe.

Thus

saying, Murree turned to the

camp of
But

The days

passed, and Biltha
her.

was

still

unavenged.

Murree never forgot
Weebulloo.

Nor

did he cast one glance on
in

the comeliest of maidens.

His heart was with Biltha

His mind was bent on revenge.

He went hunting with two of his tribe. At length he saw what he wished for ahead of him. A nest of the Bubburrs was there. He did not run straight to attack it,
as his mullayerhs expected,

but went back with them to

the camp.
"

Come," he said

to his tribe,

"

come and
so,

let

us gather

the

gum of Mubboo." He told them then why
in plenty, they carried

he spoke

and, seeing his

reason was good, they followed him.

Having gathered the

gum

it

back to their camp.

broke

Next day they went with Murree, and at his bidding down the branches of trees some distance from the
Bubburrs.

nest of the

With

these

branches they made

platforms on the boughs of some trees which he showed

They went on to these platforms, and the noise hearing which out came the snakes. they made was great
them.
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Murree and the Daens had been
theirs should fall

Bubburrs.

careful that

no shadow of
them.

on the ground.

They knew

well that the bite of even their shadows by a
kill

Bubburr would

As the Bubburrs came nearer, and nearer, the Daens made ready pieces of gum, gum of the Mubboo, about the
size of a pigeon's egg,
to

throw
at

at

their mouths.

Snap

went the jaws of the Bubburrs

them.

Another

pellet ot

gum was

thrown.

Snap
fast

!

and the jaws, the jaws of

death,

were closed, held
had conquered.
Seeing the

by the gum between them.

The

murderous Bubburrs were mastered.

Murree the avenger
they wished, the
patiently,

scheme
to their

had worked
camp.

as

Daens returned

There they waited

returning in due time to the scene of their

gum

throwing.

They were

laden with wood, for they expected to find their

enemies dead, and the flesh of Bubburrs was good.

Great

was the joy
their

of

Murree when he saw the gum had stuck
and that the Bubburrs were
all

jaws

fast,

dead.

His

hand was

swift to raise his comeboo,

and sever

their heads
in lighting

from their bodies.
fires for

Swift, too,

were the Daens

cooking the Bubburrs.

Scarce have Bubburrs been in the land since Biitha the
lissome and soft-eyed

was avenged Murree the swift-to-hunt-game.

by

the

cunning of

Though
Their size
their
feel

name carries terror yet to its hearer. has grown with the time, and fear has stretched
their
until

measurements,
a tremour
is

even the strongest and wariest

when

the

name

of the

brown and yellow

Bubburr

mentioned.

The Youayah Mayamah,
Stone Frogs

or

A

FAMILY of

girls

once so offended an old wirreenun that
in the bush,

one day, when they were out hunting

he turned

them

all

into

Youayah, or

frogs.

days passed and they did not return, their mother and relations thought that they had been stolen by men of
a

When

strange

tribe.

Rain had

come before
all

there

alarm about their absence, so

tracks were

was any washed out,
in

except the track of the Oodoolay, or round rain-making
stone,

which had been abroad, as
This stone had the

it

always was

muddy
when
come.

weather.
it,

spirits of past

rain-makers in
Also,
it

and could move about, as

its

tracks proved.

it

was making

itself

a

new camp

before rain,

could be
to

heard laughing with joy in anticipation of the

mud

No
of

one was ever seen to touch the Oodoolay, yet its changes camp were frequent. Though some days had passed since they were missed
still

the mother of the girls

hoped

to

find

them, thinking

they might have seen the rain coming and built themselves

a shelter in the bush, remaining there until

it

was

over.

8o
She went
to

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had gone, and
call.

in the direction they

called aloud

them.
it

There came an answering had seemed
to come,

On

she sped

to

whence
but

and called again.

Again

came an answer from

close beside her.

saw no

one.

Again

she

called.

She looked round, There came an
feet.

answer from a tussock of grass

at

her

Then she
the

knew she had only heard
orange and blue
beetle,
in

the

cry of Noorahgogo,

Noongahburrah
alone.

which could always answer thus a the bush when one of that tribe was

She gave up hope of finding her daughters, and being weak and hungry she looked round for food.

Soon she saw some tracks of Youayah,
and finding where they were, she began
seen. "

or earth frogs,

to dig

them

out.

Fine large Youayah they were, the largest she had ever

What

a feed

I

shall have,"

she said aloud.
frogs,

There came a

startlingly

melancholy cry from the
at

who seemed
notice she

to

be gazing fixedly
:

her.

But taking no
here.
I

went on

"I

think

I

shall eat

them

am

very hungry, and

if I

take them to the

camp

the others will

want some."

She stooped
surely

to pick

never frogs
at

made

them up, but such a crying came as before, and so piteously they

looked

her that she began to feel there was something

strange about these frogs, and she dropped the one she held
in her hand.

" But
cry.
I

I

am

stupid," she said, " to take notice of a frog's
to

would be mad

leave

such a good feed here."

And
cries

again she stooped to pick them up.
their

Again came seemed

croaking cries intensified.

And
:

the

to frame themselves into the

words

"

You

The Youayah Mayamah
must not
you
lost.

8i

eat us.

You

are our mother.

We

are the girls

The

old wirreenun changed us into frogs because

we
it,

but laughed at the

mah

of his tribe, saying the back of

the back of the emu, was
eat
us."

humped
the

as

was

his.

You
so

cannot

frightened

was the

And loud was woman that she

croaking,

and

turned and sped quickly

through the bush back to the camp with the mournful cry
still

ringing in her ears, and a vision of the piteous eyes

ever before her.

She 'went
you change
"

straight to the old wirreenun

and said

:

" Did

my

girls into
? "

youayah, which are crying now

even in the bush
I

did so," said

he, quite

proud the

woman had

seen

proof of his power.
"

Why

did you so ?

Why

should you leave

me
me

to

grow

old with
"

no daughter
think of you

to care for

me

?

" ?

Did you not choose
I

their father rather than
?

Why

should
again.

now
?

Let their father change them
I

Surely he

is

more powerful than
I

am, since you

chose him before

me

am

but a

humped-back one,

so your girls said, even

as they said

my mah
I

was, the

dinewan.
a

Well you must know

that to scoff at the

mah
;

of

man

is to

make war with

his tribe, yet

war not

I

but

turn your daughters into such as have voices which none

heed
Go,

no more can they scoff at the back of a dinewan. woman, eat them. Youayah is food that is good." So
;

he taunted the
him. "
is

woman who once
I,

in

her youth had scorned

How

should

a mother, eat her

young

?

What

talk

that

you make?

But

alas! surely another

will find

and eat them.

Only you can save them.

them Change them
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again,
I

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Never again
will I scorn

pray you, so that none can eat them.

shall they scoff at a dinewan.

Never again
for ever."

you

;

I

will

come

to
I

your dardurr
take you to
not

"Why
old,

should

my
? "

dardurr

now you

are

when you came

young

And

he turned away,

going on with the carving he was making on a boomerang
with an opossum's tooth.

"Change, oh change them,
eat them.
I

I

pray you, so that none can

will give

you the dooree, or grunting dayoorl,
fathers to be yours for ever.
it,

of

my

father's father's
its rightful

No

one but

owner can use

for does

it

not grunt

when

a

stranger touches it?

This stone, which of old

belonged to the wirreenuns of
you, this stone which alone of

my
all

father's tribe, Iwill give

dayoorls has a voice."
I

"Bring me the dooree," said the wirreenun, "and
to

promise

change your

girls

so that they shall never be eaten."
the magical stone of her forefathers,
it

The woman brought
wirreenun's
*'

her greatest possession, which grunted as she laid
feet.

at the

Now
will

go," said the wirreenun,
find

" into the bush,
find
I

there

you

your daughters, and

have kept

my

promise.
eat them."

Even now they are so

that surely

no one could

Back on her tracks went the woman
seen the Youayah.

to

where she had

Hopefully she went expecting to see

her daughters again.

But when she reached the plac€ there

were the frogs
"

still.

Oh,

my

daughters,

my

daughters

!

Shall

I

never see

you more as you once were ? " And she wailed aloud as if mourning the dead. But no answer came from the Youayah. Nor did they look towards her.

The Youayah Mayamah
Wailing, she stooped to pick one up.

83

" The wirreenun tricked me," she said; " surely indeed

no one

will

ever eat them, for they are turned into stone."
it

And

so

was.

Some were

of plain

grey stone, and

some with a
ever, as
beillee
fatal

stripe of green

on them, just as the frogs had
frogs
for

been marked.

Her daughters would be stone
left

were the frogs that Birrahgnooloo and Cunnumfor

had dug, and

cooking before they took that

plunge into the Spring Cowrigul, whence the Kurreahs

took them

down

the Narrin, and whither

Byamee

followed

them
to

after

changing the food they had gathered into stones
for ever.

mark the spot

And

there at the spring were

the stone frogs
their fellow in

still,

as the mother knew, and

now

she saw
these

these

the wirreenun

had

changed,

who had once been
Mayamah.

her

girls

but

now were Youayah

A

Legend of the Flowers
left

After Byamee
Gobi

the earth,* having gone to
rest,

dwell in

BuUimah, the far-away land of

beyond the top of the

Gobi
flowers

mountain,
plains,

all

the flowers that

grew on
and

the
all

wogghees or
the

on the moorillahs or ridges, and
trees withered

that

grew on the
to

died.

None

grew again in their place.

The

earth looked bare
it.

and desolate with no flowers

brighten

That there

had ever been any became but a

tradition,

which the old

people of the tribes told to the young ones.

the

As the flowers were gone women took their wirrees
it.

so were the bees.
out to
fill

In vain
;

with honey

they

always returned without

In

all

the length of the land
still

there were but three trees where the bees

lived

and
for

worked, and these the people did not dare to touch,

Byamee had put his mah or brand on them, claiming them
thus as his

own

for ever.

The

children cried for honey, and the mothers
let

murmured
trees

because the wirreenuns would not

them touch the
for ever.

of Byamee, which were sacred from

all

When
*

the All-seeing Spirit saw that though the tribe
p. 97.

See the Borah of Byamee, " Australian Legendary Tales,"

A
hungered

Legend of the Flowers

85

for honey, yet did they not touch

Byamee's trees

he told him of their obedience.

Byamee was
something which,

pleased,

and said he would send them when, as now, the land was perished
sweet to the taste of the children as

with a drought, should come on the Bibbil and Goolabah
trees, giving a food as

honey.

Soon were seen white sugary specks on the leaves of
the Bibbil, which the

Daens

called

Goonbean, and then
trees

came the
like

clear wahlerh, or

manna, running down the
to the ground,

honey, to pile into lumps which stiffened on the forks
fell
it

of the branches, or sometimes
the children gathered and ate
the branches.

whence

when they

could not reach

The

hearts of the people were glad as they ate gratefully

the sweet food sent them.

But

still

the wirreenuns greatly

longed to see the earth covered again with flowers, as before
the going of Byamee.

So great grew the longing

that they

determined to travel after him, and ask that the earth might
again be

made

beautiful.

Telling the tribes nothing of
to

where they were going, they sped away

the north-east.

On

and on they journeyed, until they came to the foot of
they lost sight of
its

the great Gobi Gobi mountain, which towered high above

them
along

until

its

top in the sky.

Steep and

unscalable looked
its

sides of sheer rock as they walked

base.

But

at

length they espied a

foothold

cut

in

a rock,

another and yet another, and looking upward they saw a

pathway of steps cut as

far

as they could see.

Up

this

ladder of stone they determined to climb.

Gn

they went, and

when

the

first

day's climb

was ended

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at

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still

the top of the mountain

seemed high above them, and
but on the fourth day they

the end of the second and third day, for the
circuitous

was

and long

;

reached the summit.
into

There they saw a stone excavation

which bubbled up a spring of fresh water, from which they drank thirstily, and found it so invigorated them as to
lose all feeling of weariness,

make them

which had previously
from

almost prostrated them.

They saw

at a little distance

the spring circles of piled up stones.

They went

into

one

of these, and almost immediately they heard the sound of a

gayandy, the medium through which Wallahgooroonbooan's

was heard. Wallahgooroonbooan was the spirit of Byamee. He asked the wirreenuns what they wanted there, where the sacred lore of Byamee was They told told to such as came in search of knowledge.
voice

messenger

him how dreary the earth had looked

since

Byamee had

left

it, how the flowers had all died, and never bloomed again. And though Byamee had sent the wahlerh, or manna, to

take the place of the long-missed honey, yet they longed to

see again the flowers making the earth gay as once
been.

it

had

Then Wallahgooroonbooan ordered some
spirits of the sacred

of the attendant

mountain

to

lift

the wirreenuns into
to

Bullimah,

where fadeless flowers never ceased
in

bloom.

Of

these the wirreenuns

might gather as many as they

could hold

their hands.

Then

the spirits

would

lift

them back
their tribes.

into

the sacred circle on

the summit of Oobi
to

Oobi, whence they must return as quickly as possible

As

the voice ceased the wirreenuns were lifted up through

an opening in the sky, and set down in a land of beauty,

A
never
seen

Legend of the Flowers
before,

87

flowers blooming everywhere, in such luxuriance as they had

massed together

in

lines

of brilliant

colouring, looking like hundreds of euloowirrees, rainbows,
laid

on the grass.

So overcome were the wirreenuns
cry,

that

for

some moments they could only

but the tears were

tears of joy.

Remembering what they had come
gathered quickly their hands
full

for,

they stooped and

of the various blossoms.
into the stone,

The
circle
'

spirits

then

lifted

them down again
of

on the top of Oobi Oobi.
the

There sounded again the voice
:

gayandy, and

Wallahgooroonbooan said

" Tell your tribes,

when you

take them these flowers, that never again shall the earth be All through the seasons a few shall be sent bare of them.

by the

different winds,

but Yarrageh

Mayrah

shall

bring

them in plenty, blossoms to every tree and shrub, blossoms to wave midst the grasses on wogghees and moorillahs, But Yarrageh thick as the hairs on an opossum's skin.

Mayrah
times
;

shall not

always make them thus

thick, but only at

but the earth shall never again be quite bare of When they are few, and the sweet-breathed blossoms.

wind

is

not blowing to bring

first

the showers and then the.

and the bees can only make scarce enough honey again drop for themselves, then the wahlerh or manna shall the place of honey until Yarrageh from the trees, to take Mayrah once more blows the rain down the mountain and
flowers,

opens the blossoms for the bees and then there will be Now make haste and take this promise, and honey for all. your fadeless flowers which are the sign of it, to,
;

the

people."
>

The

their voice ceased, then the wirreenuns went back to

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Down
the

back with the blossoms from Bulh'mah.

stone ladder,

which had been cut by
;

the spirits for the

coming of Byamee, they went
over the moorillahs back to the

across the wogghees and
tribes.

camp of their

Their

people flocked round them, gazing with wonder-opened eyes
at

the blossoms the wirreenuns carried.

Fresh as when they
filling

left

BuHimah were these

flowers,

the
at the

air

with

fragrance.

When

the tribes

had gazed long
to

blossoms

and heard of the promise made
his

them by Byamee through
the

messenger,

Wallahgooroonbooan,

wirreenuns

'scattered the flowers from
fell

Bullimah far and wide.

Some

on the tree tops, some on the plains and ridges, and
fell

where they
the

their kind

have grown ever

since.
first

The name

of the spot where the wirreenuns
them;
is still

showed'

flowers and scattered

called

Ghirraween,

the place of flowers.

There, after the bees of Byamee had
the rain

made Yarrageh blow
Gobi
to

down

the mountain of Gobi

soften the frost-hardened ground,

green grasses

shot up framing fragrant bright flowers of many hues.

And

the trees and shrubs blossomed thickly again, and the earth

was covered with
walked on
It is
it.

cool grass

and flowers as when Byamee

the

work

of the bees of

Byamee

to

make Yarrageh
that the

the east wind
trees

blow the rain down the mountain,
the earth bees

may blossom and

make honey.

Gladly does Yarrageh do the bidding of the bees, lighting
the face of the earth with the

smile of rain-water, for are

not

the

Gwaimuthen
is

whose dark blood

And

the

manna, are

The Gwaimuthen warm as is his. messengers who come in the drought, bringing the black ants, who bring the goonbean on to
his
relations ?

A
And when
is

Legend of the Flowers

89
who

the leaves, and the httle grey birds called Dulloorah,

bring the wahlerh, or liquid manna.

they come the Daens say:
all

"A

time of drought
are the flowers

here, a great drought on

the land.

Few
go,

anywhere, and the grass-seed has gone. wahlerh will go,

But goonbean and and then the
it

and the drought

will

flowers and the bees will

come

again, for so

has always

been

since

the

wirreenuns

brought the

blossoms

from

BulUmah."

The Frog Heralds
When Byamee

of the Flood

ceased to sojourn on this earth, and went

back the way he had come from Bulliniah, up the circuitous
ladder of stone steps, to the summit of Oobi Oobi, only the

wirreenuns

were allowed

to hold intercourse with him,

and

that only through his messenger, Wallahgooroonbooan.

For Byamee was now fixed

to the crystal rock

on which

he sat in BuUimah, as was also Birrahgnooloo.*
lower parts were merged into the crystal rock.

The

tops

of their bodies were as they had been on earth, but the

Wallahgooroonbooan,
alone

Baillahburrah and Cunnumbeillee

were

allowed to approach them, and
to others.

pass on their

commands
^yhen the

Birrahgnooloo was the flood maker.
drying

creeks were
to

up

and the wirreenuns
coming

wanted a flood

come, they would climb up to the top of
in

Oobi Oobi, and await would go and

one of the stone

circles the

of Wallahgooroonbooan.
tell

Hearing what they wanted, he
she were willing

Byamee.
tell

Byamee would
to give

Birrahgnooloo, who,

if

her aid, would send Cunnumbeillee to the wirreenuns
:

bidding her say to them
*

"

Haste ye

to tell the

Bungun
p. ii.

See the Origin of Narran Lake, " Australian Legendary Tales,"

The Frog Heralds
Bungun
tribe to

of the Flood
ball of

91

be ready.

The

blood will be sent

rolling soon."

Hearing which, the wirreenuns would go swiftly back

down

the mountain and across the

wogghee below,

until

they

reached the

Bungun Bungun,

a powerful

tribe with

arms

strong for throwing and voices unwearying.

This tribe would station themselves,

at

the bidding of

the wirreenuns, along the banks on each side of the dry
river,

from
big

its

source downwards for some distance.

They
to heat.

made

fires,

and put

in these fires

huge stones

When

these stones were heated, the

some before each man, laying

Bungun Bungun placed them on bark. Then they

stood expectant, waiting for the blood ball to reach them.

As soon
roll into

as they

saw

this

blood-red ball of fabulous size

the entrance to the river, every

man

stooped, seized
all

a hot stone,

and crying aloud, threw
ball.

it

with

his

force

against the rolling
force did they
ball.

In such

numbers and with such

throw these stones that they smashed the

the bed of the river.

Out gushed a stream of blood flowing swiftly down Louder and louder rose the cries of
carried stones with them, following

the

Bungun Bungun, who
it

the stream as

rushed past.

They ran with

leaps and

bounds along the banks,
aloud without
purified

throwing in stones and crying
Gradually the stream of blood,
into

ceasing.

by the hot stones, changed
cries of the

flood water,

of

which the

Bungun Bungun warned
their

the tribes

camps on to the high ground While the flood water was before the water reached them.
so that they might

move

running the Bungun Bungun never ceased crying aloud.

Even

to this day, as

a flood

is

coming, are their voices
:

heard, and hearing them the Daens say

"

The Bungun

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Bungun, or
be coming."

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flood-frogs, are crying out.

Flood water must Then, " The Bungun Bungun are crying out.
here."

Flood water

is

And

if

the flood water comes

down

red and thick, the
let
it

Daens say that the Bungun Bungun must have them without purifying it.

pass

Eerin, the Small Grey
Eerin the Daen was a very
night an
light

Owl
and when
at

sleeper,

enemy

tried to steal into the camp, to spear

some

was no chance of

one of the tribe or crack a skull with his boondee, there his being able to do so if Eerin was there.

For no sooner did the enemy get within spear-shot of the camp than Eerin would cry out " Mil Mil Mil " which
:

I

!

!

was, "Eye, Eye, Eye," meaning his tribe were to look out,
there

was danger
at

threatening.

And when

length Eerin died, the Daens
their

all

grieved

much, saying that now indeed
did Eerin the light sleeper.

enemies would sneak

upon them, and they be unwarned,

for

none could hear as

They
dried

placed the body of Eerin in a bark coffin which
all

they painted
the

over with red ochre.

Before the ochre

oldest wirreenun ran his thumb-nail from one

end

to the other, then across the coffin, leaving thus divisions

in the

ochre forming a cross.
coffin,

This done they corroboreed

round the

singing one of the death chants.

Towards
had

evening they

lifted

up the

coffin

and carried
all

it

to the grave

they had dug.

The mourners were

painted, and

leaves and feathers in their hair, dheal tree twigs round

;

94
their wrists,

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knees,

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ankles

and waists, also through the

holes in the cartilage of the noses. of dheal twigs too in their hands.

They

carried

bunches

When

they reached the grave they laid some logs in the

bottom, which they thickly covered with dheal twigs, on the
top of which they put the coffin, as a wail went up from
all

assembled, the mournful death wail of the tribe which
fell in

rose and

wave-like cadences.

Then an
and

old wirreenun stood up and spoke, telling

them
be,
lest,

that as Eerin
it

was now, so some day they
to

all

would

behoved them
nor to wander

keep well the laws of Byamee

when

their spirits reached Bullimah, they
at will,

were not allowed

to stay

but were sent to the Eleanbah

Wondah,

the abode of the wicked.
coffin,

After this address more twigs were thrown on the

then the things belonging to the dead were placed in the
grave, rugs,

weapons and

food, which

would be wanted. on
.

the journey to the sacred mountain,

Oobi Oobi.

While

this

was being done the
it.'

oldest male relative stood

in the grave to

guard the body from the

Wondah

until the

earth covered
as follows
"

He
:

stood there while a chant somewhat

was sung
it

We shall follow the bee to its nest in the goolabah We shall follow to its nest in the bibbil-tree.
Honey
too shall

we

find in the goori-tree,

But Eerin the

light sleeper will follow

with us no longer."

Then
again
"
:

the mourners wailed until the wirreenuns chanted

our nets to the river caught in them, But Eerin the light sleeper will go no more to the river M o more will he rub himself with the oil of cod-fish, Eerin will never eat again of the cod-fish."

Many were the days when we took Many and big were the cod-fish we

;

;

Eerin, the Small Grey
again until they began once more the dirge
"

Owl
:

95

Then, as the wirreenuns paused, the wailing was loud

We

shall spear

And Dinewan
.

shall fall

Bohrah on the moorillas, when we throw,

But Eerin will hunt with us no longer, Never again will Eerin eat of our hunting. Hunt shall we often, and oft shall we find But the widow of Eerin will kindle no fires

;

for his coming,"

Loud again was
the wirreenun
:

the wailing, then on went the voice of

"Never again shall the voice of the light sleeper Cry Mil; Mil, Mil,' as an enemy nears us. Cracked will our skulls be and speared our bodies. Eerin can warn us no more with his cry, Only his spirit can come to us ever,^ an offering
'

:,

let

us

now pour

to it."

Then with loud
the grave.

wailing, seizing stone knives

and comeboos,

the mourners cut themselves, letting their blood drop into

Never

before"

was

there such a blood offering.

Then some
dirge.

the earth

was thrown quickly into the grave, while
round
it,

of the mourners corroboreed

crooning a

When
to

the earth

was

filled in, all

stood in a dense smoke

that the wirreenuns

had made of Budta twigs, which was
spirits

keep them free from the unseen

known

to

be

hovering round.

When

the grave

was

filled

in

back to their new camp

went the women, for the old one was now gummarl, a place
of death, with a

marked
or

tree

showing

it

was

taboo.

No

children,

women
left,

with children

who

could

not

walk, were allowed to go to the funeral. After the

women

all

the

men

stood round the grave.

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the

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oldest wirreenun

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at

the head,
if

which faced the
at

east.

The men bowed
wirreenun
lifted

their
his,

heads as

a

first

Boorah, the

and, looking towards where Bullimah
:

was supposed

to be, said

" Byamee, let

in

the

spirit

of

Eerin to Bullimah.

Save him, we

ask

thee,

from

the
into

Eleanbah wundah, abode of the wicked.

Let

him

BuUimah, there on earth and
cry,

to

roam as he
let

wills,

for Eerin

was

great

faithful ever to

your laws.

Hear, then, our

O

Byamee, and

Eerin enter the land of beauty, of
faithful

plenty, of rest.

For Eerin was
us."

on

earth, faithful to

the laws

you

left

Then, standing round the grave,
or death dirge.

all

wailed the goohnai,

Then
trees

the

men

covered the grave with boughs of dheal
all

and swept a clear space
in the

round

on that space

morning they

By the tracks would know of what
it.

mah was he who had caused
was the
guilty.

the death of Eerin.

If

on

it

track of an iguana then had one of the
it
;

Beewee

clan done

if

the track of an emu, then

was a dinewan

The widow
ing smoke
all

of Eerin had put

mud

over herself, daubing

her head and face with white.
night.

She

slept beside a smoulder-

Three days afterwards the Daens made a
river.

fire

by the

They chased the widow and her sisters down to it. The widow caught hold of a smoking bush from the fire, put it under her arm, and jumped into the middle of the As the smoking bush was going out She drank a water. draught of the smoky water. Then she came out and stood in the smoke of the fire. When she was thoroughly
enveloped in the smoke she called to those in the camp,

Eerin, the Small Grey
Those
in the

Owl

97

and, looking towards her husband's grave, she called again.

camp

called to her that his spirit,

had answered;
to

she might speak now.
silence, except for

She had been obliged
camp.

keep

death wails, since Eerin's death.
to the

Back she went
the

A

big

smoke was made,

and the whole camp smoked.

Every time a stranger came
the time arrived

widow made a smoke,

until

when

the

nearest of her husband's kin could claim her for his own.

For some months after the death of Eerin, every time a
stranger

came

to the

camp, early the next morning he would
;

sing the goohnai, or dirge
in turn, until all

then each

were singing.

man would take Then they all moved
singing,
sit

part

out

of their camps and gradually closed round into a smaller
circle,

when they would cease
their

down,

and,

rocking
wail.

bodies

to

and

fro,

they

would cry and

When

the time of mourning

was over an enemy came

again to attack them, but they were saved by hearing the
old cry of

" Mil
it

!

Mil! Mil!"

And
At
them.

so

often happened.

last

an enemy died and carried his hatred of them to

another world, whence he returned as a spirit to attack

But again they were saved by the warning cry of

"Mil! Mil! Mil!"
This cry they discovered was made by a
with black rings round
its
little

grey owl,

eyes, which, having

warned the

camp, flew from
said
:

it.

The wundah,
?
I

or evil spirit,

saw

it,

and
I

"

Why

do you warn them
See,

Keep
have

quiet next time

go to sneak upon them.
kill

my

boondee

;

I

will

one of the tribe quickly, and you can join

me

in

my

feast of his flesh."

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and the wundah went
again;

bird promised silence,

But just as he was going to raise his into the camp. boondee to deal a fatal blow, "Mil! Mil! Mil!" was cried The owl had followed the wundahin the sleeper's ear.
into the "

camp.
did
I

Why

you do

that ? " the

wundah

angrily asked.
I

"That
Shall
I

shall

always do, even as when

was Eerin
as

the

man, for did not

my

tribe spill

freely the blood offering ?

not then save them from the

wundah even
and

I

did

from their old enemies ?
I

By day

I shall rest,

at night

shall

roam, hovering round their camps to guard them, by

my

cry,

when danger
so
it

threatens

theiii."

And
light

has been ever since.
is in

The

spirit

of Eerin the
is

sleeper

the

little

grey owl, which

called

Eerin too, and ever warns

its

old tribe at night

by crying,

"Mil! Mil! Mil!"

The Legend of Nar-oong-owie, The
Sacred Island
to

Ngroondoorie, the giver of laws, customs, and a religion
the

Southern
to

tribes

of aboriginals
his

in

South Australia,
ever

became

them as a God, and
their spirits

promise was

believed, that, if they followed the laws
after

he had given them,

death

should follow his footsteps over

the island of Nar-oong-owie, and thence be translated, as

he was, to his home in the skies.
his departure

The

tradition

was

that

took place somewhat as follows.

His two

wives ran away from him.

In going after them he crossed

what

is

now

called

Lake

Albert,

went on

for

some distance
he arrived

over the Corrong to the sea, and along the beach past the
present
there he

Port Victor to

Cape

Jarvis.

When

saw when he sighted them about half-way across
which
at that

the fugitives wading through the water, being

time was quite a

shallow one

—between
He

the channel the

mainland and Nar-oong-owie, as Kangaroo Island was then
called.

Enraged

at

his wives

for

running

away from

him,

Ngroondoorie determined to punish them.

bade the

loo
water to
rise

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With a
terrific

up and drown them.

rush the

water rose, and the
mainland.

women
to to

were carried back towards the

They

tried

swim
so,

against this tidal wave,

but were powerless

do

and the terror-stricken pair

were drowned, and

their bodies

were turned

into

rocks

which were called Rine-jool-ang, and can be seen to this day, and are known to the white people as the Pages or

Two

Sisters.

After his wives were drowned, Ngroondoorie
island.

walked into the water and dived out towards the

Where he emerged from
or four yards in width. the day

the water

is

a black patch three
to the

He went

on

island,

and as

was hot he wished for a shade to rest under. Seeing none, he made spring from the earth a she-oak tree
is

which
in the

said to be the largest in Australia.
to sleep,

He

lay

down

shade and tried

but could not, for as every

breeze blew he heard the wailing of his drowning wives'
voices through the tree-top.

Finding he could get no

rest,

he walked to the end of the island.

He

threw his spear

out into the sea, and immediately a reef of rocks came from
the island to where the spear dropped.

He
to his

then

threw
in the

away
skies,

all

his other

weapons and departed

home

where those who have kept the laws he gave the
join him.

tribes
tries

will

some day

And

to this

day anyone who

to sleep

under a she-oak tree
all,

will hear the wailing that

Ngroondoorie, the greatest of
that giant tree he

heard as he lay beneath

had made

to

shade him on Nar-oong-owie,

that island which ever afterwards was held as sacred to him and the spirits of the dead by the Southern tribes of

South Australia.

Glo ssar'
Bahloo, moon {masculine).
Bargie, grandmother.

Boulka,

leak.

Bralgah, native companion, large
crane.

Beereeun, a small grey lizard.
Berai Berai, The Boys (Orion's

sword and

belt).

Bubahlarmay, game played by jumping into the water with a
splash.

Bibbil, shiny-leaved box-tree.

Biggoon, water-rat.
Bilber, a large rat.

Bubbur, giant brown and yellow
snake.

Bindeah, prickle or thorn.
Bingahwingul,
needle-bush,
u,

Budta, rosewood-tree.

Budtah,

salt.

flowering shrub with roots

from

BuUah
BuUai

Bullah,

butterflies,

which water can be drained.
Binguie, wooden vessel for holding
water.

bullai, green parrot.

BuUimah, Byamee's camp
Elysium).

{native

Birrahgnooloo, woman's name (=
face like a hatchet-handle)

BuUimehdeehmundi,
Bunna,
cannibal,
big

south-east.

Bungun Bunguu, frog.
Byamee,

Bohrah, kangaroo.
Boolee, whirlwind,

man

{Creator, Cul-

Boondee, club-headed weapon.
Boorah, larger borah
ring.

ture hero).

Borah or Boorah,
initiation rites.

sacred tribal

Comebee,

bag.

I02
grey moth.

Glossary
Euloowirree, rainbow.

Comebeegeeboondarnghealdah,

Eurah, a drooping shrub.
with water-holding

Comeboo, tomahawk.
Coolah,
roots,
tree

Corroboree, tribal dance.

Gahreemay, camp. Garahgah, crajie. Gayanday, man's name for
of borah spirit.

voice

Daen, black fellow. Daendeeghindamaylannah,
Venus
the

Gayardaree, platypus.
Lit.,

laughing star.

Gheeger Gheeger,
wind.

the cold

west

"A

laughing Plan."
shelter

Dardurr,

made

of bark.
stone.

Gidya,

tree

of acacia species, which

Dayoorl, magical speaking

gives forth a sickening smell in

Deenyi, iron bark.
Deereeree, Willy wagtail.

damp

weather, or if in bloom.

Girrahween, place of flowers.

Dheal, sacred

tree.

Dindee, pointed

stick.

Goodoo, codfish. Goplabah, grey-leaved
Goolayahlee, pelican.

box-tree.
tree.

Dinewan, emu.
Dinjerrah, west.

Goolahyool, water-holding

Dooloomai, thunder.
Doongairah,
lightning.

Goolmai, death

dirge.

Doowee, dream-spirit. Dourandouran, north wind.
DuUoorah, small grey
detta.

Goombeelgah, bark canoe. Goomblegubbon, turkey or
tard of the plains.

bus-

birds.

Dullaymullaylunnah, fend, ven-

GoonaguUah, the sky. Goonbean, specks on the
the bibbil.

leaves of

Dumerh, brown pigeon. Durrie, bread made from grass
seed.

Gooweera, small
power.

stick

or

bone,

possessing magical death-dealing

Durroon,

the night heron.

Gougourgahgah,
ass.

laughing jack-

Eehu,

rain.

Eer-dher, mirage.
Euahlayi,
blacks.

Gubbah, good. Gubbee, man's clan name. Gubberah, sacred wonder-working
of

language

Narrin

stone.

Guineeboo,

redbreast.

Gl ossar y
Gummarl, plau where some one
has died.

103

Munggheewurraywurraymul, seagull.

Gundooee,

solitary

emu.

Mungoonyarlee,
kind of)

iguana {largest

Gunyahnoo, south-east wind.
Gurburreh, north.

Murgah Muggui,
Murroomin,
bark.

trap-door spider.

lUahwaylayah, good-bye {said by

CM going).
Innerah, mistress.

Noongah, kurragong
Noongah country.

tree.

Noongahburrah, belonging
Noorahgogo,
beetle.

to the

Kumbooran,

east.

orange

and

blue

Kurreah, alligator.

Nooroonooroobin, south wind.
Mah,
totem.

Noorumbah, hunting-ground. Numbardee, mother.
white
devil

Marmbeyah,
carries

who

Nurroolooan, south.

a green boondee.

Nyunnoo, grass humpy.

May, wind.

Mayamah,

stone.

Mayrah, wind.

Oobi Oobi,
Oodoolay,
tree.

Byamee's

mountain

Meamei, The
Mil, eye.

Girls, Pleiades.

dwelling-place in the other world.

round

rain-making

Minggah, spirit-haunted
Mirrieh, poligonum.

stone.

Oolah,

reS,

prickly lizard.

Moodai, opossum.

Moogaray,

hailstones.

Oonah, give. Ouyouboolooey,

black snake.

Moorillah, pebbly ridge.

Mubboo,

beefwood-tree,

Mubboon,

Piggiebillah, spiny Echidna.

small

creek

running
Purleemil,

woman's

name

(

=

into larger one.

starry eyes).

Muggil, stone knife.

MuUayerh, mate, companion.

MuUee MuUee,
wirreenun).

dream-spirit {of a

Wa-ah, shell. Wahlerh, manna running down
stems of branches.

Mulloka, water-spirit.

Mundehwaddah, north-west wind.

Wahn,

crow.

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Scotsman. " One of the best books of stories ever put together." Freeman's Journal. "An admirable selection." Ariel. "Delightful stories, exquisite illustrations by John D. Batten, and learned notes." Daily " A stock of delightful little narratives." Daily Chronicle. " Telegraph. charming volume skilfully illustrated." Pall Mall Budget.— " P>. perfectly lovely book. And oh! the wonderful pictures inside." Liverpool Daily Post.— "Th.s best fairy book of the present season. "— 06«k Times.— •' Many a mother will bless Mr. Jacobs, and many a door will be open to him from

A

Land's

End

to

John

o'

Groat's."

Will become more popular with children than its prede"Delightful and in every respect worthy of cessor." Notes and Queries. its predecessor." Glasgow Herald. " A more delightful collection of fairy Glasgow Evening News. "The new tales could hardly be wished for." volume of English Fairy Tales is worthy of the one that went before, and this is really saying a great deal."
Athenaum.
"

More English Fairy

Tales.

'

'

More

Celtic Fairy Tales.

bright exemplar of almost all a fairy-tale book Daily Chronicle. should be." Saturday Review.—" Delightful for reading, and profitable for comparison." Irish Daily Independent.—" Full of bold and beautiful illustrations." North British Daily Mail.— "The stories are admirable, and nothing could be better in their way than thedesigns." News of the World. " Mr. Batten has a real genius for depicting fairy folk."

— "A

Indian Fairy Tales.
Daily Dublin Daily Express.— " Vniqae. and charming anthology." News.— " Good for the schoolroom and the study." .Siac- " Illustrated book which with a charming freshness of fancy. " Gloucester Journal.—" A a book for the is something more than a valuable addition to folk-lore student as well as for the child."— Sco^swian.—" Likely to prove a perfect success." Literary World.—" Admirably grouped, and very enjoyable."
;

5

Specimen

Illustration

from the "First Book of Krab."

WORKS

BY HIS

HONOUR

JUDGE EDWARD ABBOTT PARRY.
Illustrated by

ARCHIE MACGREGOR.
Treatment and
the

THE

issue of

Katawampus

:

its

Cicre, in

Christmas Season of 1895, revealed a writer for children who, in originality, spontaneity, and fulness of humour

as well as in

compared, and not to his disadvantage, with Lewis as is the case with " Alice in Wonderland," an

sympathy with and knowledge of childhood, may be Carroll. And, illustrator was found whose sympathy with his author and capacity for rendering his conceptions have won immediate and widespread recognition. The later works due to the collaboration of Author and Illustrator
have
fully

maintained the level of their forerunner.
illustrations will

A

list

of the

series

and a specimen of the

be found below,

and a small

selection from the press notices overleaf.

Got

him this time

——


:

—— —


Second Edition,

KATAWAMPUS
"
"

its

Treatment and Cure.

96 pages, Cloth.

3s. 6d.
books of the season."
The
World..

One

of the very best

A

very delightful and original hook: •—Review of Reviews.
is

"

The book

one of rare drollery, and the verses and pictures are capital
Saturday Review.
to

of their kind."

"We strongly advise both parents and children
"
. .

read the book."
Guardian.

."—Pall Mall Gazette. A truly delightful little book, " A tale full of jinks and merriment." Daily Chronicle.
"

The

brightest, wittiest,

and most

logical fairy-tale

we have read

for a

long time."

Westminster Gazette.

" It's fun of the sort that children revel in

and

'

grown-ups

'

also relish,

so spontaneous and irresistible
••

is it."
'

Manchester Guardian.

A

delightful extravaganza of the

Wonderland

'

type, but

by no means

a slavish imitation."— Gte^oa/ Herald.
" Since 'Alice in
to

Wonderland

'

there has not been a book

more

calculated

become a

favourite in the nursery."

Baby.

KATAWAMPUS KANTICLES.
Honour Judge
E. A. Parry.

Music by

Sir J. F.

Bridge,

Mus. Doc, Organist of Westminster Abbey.

Words by His

Illustrated Cover, representing

Kapellmeister Krab, by
Is. "

Archie Macgregor.

Royal 8vo,

The

reviewer's duty in this case
:

is

confined to considering the music of
is

Dr. Bridge
fluous.
.
.

the pleasant task of praising Judge Parry's verses

super-

.

The

learned Dr. Bridge, of Westminster,

who

also wields the

thunders of the Albert Hall, the greatest living authority on Purcell, and

hard to beat
humorists.

at counterpoint, is also
It

known

as the most genial of musical

was, therefore, a happy idea which inspired the witty
'

Judge of County Courts to seek the aid of
this

Westminster

'

Bridge in

case,

and the

results

have been remarkably happy.

Dr. Bridge's

melodies are simple and engaging, and humorously descriptive where
necessary, without ever becoming unintelligible to the youngest hearer.

That they never descend below the dignity of music, and are thoroughly
sound, goes without saying,"
Manchester Courier.

— —
BUTTER-SCOTIA,
in the Text.
or,


a

Map of Butter-Scotia, many
Bound

to Fairy Land. i8o pages. Full-page Plates and Illustrations in specially designed Cloth Cover. 6s.

Cheap Trip

" Leaving the sea, a pleasant passage through Starland and across the Milky lands the voyagers in Fairyland, and Herald Houp-La invites them to the Court of King Puck. Tomakin has a narrow escape of being devoured by a vfitch. ... By Krab's instructions, Olga defeats Brassiface the Ogre in a game of golf. ... With the Silver Niblick won from the Ogre, Olga rescues Tomakin and defeats a dragon at Puck's Court, and ultimately secures a masterly retreat from Butter-Scotia. The trial of Tomakin, an election scene, and a Cabinet Council, are excellent fun. The plot of the story is admirably worked out, the incidents are full of interest and excitement, and the humour is irresistible. " Manchester Courier.

Way

.

,

.

" The geographically-minded may be glad to know that Butter-Scotia is near the North Pole, and not far from the Equator, in longitude looi and any amount of latitude Moreover, it is bounded on the N. by the Gulf of Funland, on the W. by Cocoa Nut Iceland, on the S. by the Caramel Mountains, and on the E. by the A B Sea, or Sea of Troubles. Chief exports crackers and goodies.' " Birmingham Gazette.
' '
!

'


it

not quite, as good as Kata wampus.' The little folks for written will say it is a jolly book. Olga, Molly, Kate, and Tomakin turn up again, and make a voyage from Fleetwood to ButterScotia such a voyage and such wonderful people they see when they get there King Puck, a golfing ogre, witches, and a goblin newspaper reporter, among them. It is right-down funny, is this book, and all the little ones who have read Katawampus,' and many more, should read it. The pictures are again by Archie Macgregor, who is, we suppose, a ButterScotchman." Pall Mall Gazette.
if
'

"Almost,
is

whom

:

'

THE FIRST BOOK OF KRAB.
Children of All Ages.

Christmas Stories for 132 pages, with many Full-page Plates and Illustrations in the Text. Bound in specially desigiied Cloth Cover. 3s. 6d.
has known how to make even the domestic blackHis verses flow easily and ring pleasantly, and the by Archie Macgregor are decidedly good, and some of them
.

"

His Honour

.

.

beetle interesting.
illustrations

most delightful stories at Christmas-time to a party of children. Perhaps the story of Undine the Wave is the prettiest and most imaginative, but the Clockwork Child is very funny."
Educational Review.
"

Athenceum. strikingly so." " Krab is a goblin, who tells

The
'

half-dozen stories

it

comprises are as charming and fresh as

ever.''

Star.

" In The First Book of Krab' Judge Parry seems to have eclipsed all his former efforts, and has produced a book which will at once establish itself as a favourite with children. . . . The stories are extravagantly nonsensical, but original in conception and charmingly told." Liverpool Daily Post. " Krab is an old gentleman who has a delightful turn for story-telling, Christmas stories especially, but I am bound to admit that they are the real old-fashioned sort. Krab himself was old-fashioned, you see, he didn't even ride a bicycle he travelled by a sleigh drawn by two white reindeer, Friska and Floska, but he was a marvellous story-teller, so all wise young people are advised to forget his old-fashioned qualities, and just listen to
;

the stories of Butterwops, Undine, and the Clockwork Child."

Madame.


THE BOOK OF WONDER VOYAGES.
Edited with Introduction and Notes by
Illustrated by J. D.

JOSEPH JACOBS. BATTEN.

Square

8vo, sumptuously printed in large clear type on manufactured paper, at the Ballantyne Press. With Photogravure Frontispiece, and many Full-page Illustrations and Designs in the Text. Specially designed Cloth Cover, 6s.
specially

demy

Contents. The Argonauts The Voyage of Maelduin The Journeyings of Hasan of Bassorah to the Islands of Wak-Wak How Thorkill went to the Under World and Eric the FarTravelled to Paradise.
2'his, the latest of the volumes in which Mr. Jacobs and Mr. Batten have collaborated with such admirable results, will be welcomed as heartily as its predecessors by the children of the

English-speaking world. is appended.

A

specimen of

Mr.

Batten's illustrations

COMPANION VOLUME TO THE BOOK OF WONDER VOYAGES
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NURSERY SONGS AND RHYMES OF ENGLAND.
Pictured in Black and White by
4to.

Winifred Smith.

Small

Printed on hand-made paper.

In specially designed

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Some

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Songe

an£) IRbBines."

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— —

.

.

much."

— Magazine of Art. — " Quite a good book of
Woman.

Smith's drawings are^now celebrated and are indeed very beautiful, decorative, and full of naive humour."
14

— "Miss

its

kind."

"

WORKS BT MRS. ERNEST RADFORD. SONGS FOR SOMEBODY. Verses by Dollie
Radford.
Pictures by Gertrude Bradley. Square crown 8vo. Six Plates printed in colour by Edmund Evans, and 36 Designs in monochrome. Coloured Cover by Louis Davis. 3s. 6d.

GOOD
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thrill is

Daily Chronicle. hers is
;

ipress IFlotlces. " As far as we know no one else sings quite like Mrs. a bird's note thin, high, with a sweet thrill in it, and the

Some

a home thrill, a nest thrill." Commonwealth. " We have read with pure enjoyment Mrs. Radford's slight but charming cycle of rhymes." Star, "A tender spirit of motherhood inspires Mrs. Radford's simple

little

songs." Review of Reviews.
"
'

— "Very

charming poems

for children not
'

even to be mentioned in the same breath with Stevenson's
of Verses.

Child's

unworthy Garden

Night' is one of the daintiest little books we have verses are graceful and pretty, and the illustrations excellent. It will please both young and old." " Charming little songs of childhood. Literary World. New Age. "Mrs. Radford is closely in touch with a child's mind, and her ideal child is a nice, soft, loving little creature whom we all want to caress in our arms." " Since Blake died never has a book been produced which can Artist. " so truly be described as a labour of love to the artist as Good Night.'
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seen for years.

— " 'Good
The

'

MEDI/EVAL legends.
the

Being a Gift-Book to

Children of England, of Five Old-World Tales from France and Germany. Demy 8vo. Designed Cloth Cover,
3s. 6d.

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Contents.
Times.

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gift."

Post.

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.

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.

all

respects admirable.

-

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ui

15

THE HAPPY PRINCE, and
Wilde.
in

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By Oscar
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p. C.

FROM THE FAR NORTH.
Translated by H. L. Br^kstad.

By
With

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*** Adaptation for English children of Tales from
Story

the Oldest

Book

in

the world, the Jatakas, or Birth-stories of
i6

Buddha.

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