Household words, No. 20, August 10, 1850 : $b A weekly journal
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Household words, No. 20, August 10, 1850 : $b A weekly journal
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condemned to be hanged. However, I resolved to take my chance in the
hut, and very glad I was that I did so afterwards, as I should have
looked very foolish, when my men returned, seated on a horse, and ready
to make a bolt. I had waited about an hour with my old gun and
fire-stick in hand, without hearing a sound to break the horrid
stillness which seemed at that particular time to reign paramount around
me, when a distant volley of gunshot burst upon my ear, and then a faint
volley of yells. In a short time the sounds were repeated; again and
again, but nearer and nearer, and more and more distinct, a shot or two
at a time, with horrible yells filling up the interlude until I could
distinguish my men retreating with an immense semicircle of natives
trying to encompass them and cut them off from the hut. My men retreated
to the water’s edge in capital order, and then faced round to the enemy,
for it would have been sure death to have attempted to cross in the face
of so many of the foe. After a good deal of skirmishing at this point, a
very old Black took a green bough, and standing a little out from the
rest, made a long harangue to the white men in his own language, which
of course was just so much Hebrew to them; but being anxious for a truce
they ceased firing. Another Black who could talk a little English now
came forward, and after a good deal of jabber, concluded a peace, one
condition of which was that they were to give up everything they had
taken from the Wirrai hut. Of course we well knew, or at least fully
expected, that this treaty was all hollow on their side, and like
lovers’ vows, made only to be broken; but the truth was, we were glad
enough to get a little respite even though for ever so short a time.
After restoring most of the things they had stolen, the Blacks drew off
in a body to the other side of the river.
The stockman informed me, that, when they started on their search, they
first crossed the river, and then made away over to the Collegian, where
they soon espied a few Blacks, apparently reconnoitring, who, when they
perceived the white men, made signals to other Blacks beyond them, and
who, in like manner, signalled others still further away: presently they
saw slowly approaching them a dense black body which the two men who had
not been at Wirrai the day before took to be the cattle they were in
search of, but which the more experienced stockman at once declared to
be a vast body of the Blacks. The two men at first laughed at this idea
as a good joke, but were soon confirmed as to its correctness, when they
changed their tone, and began to think it high time to return. On,
however, they came in a dense body, and when nearly within gunshot,
spread themselves out, or deployed—as our military brother would I
suppose call it—and pressing on in a large semicircle, endeavoured so to
manœuvre, as to cut off the escape of the retreating _army_ in the
direction of the hut as before related.
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