Jean, Our Little Australian CousinNixon-Roulet, Mary F.
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Jean, Our Little Australian Cousin
Nixon-Roulet, Mary F.
Children -- Australia -- Juvenile literature
"I'll remember that," said Jean. "Kadok, tell me a story about when you
were a little boy. What did you used to do at home?"
"Not do very much in wuuries,"[19] he said with a broad grin. "Blacks
not have much home like white people. Like woods better than wuuries.
Like hunt. Make many fine hunt, sometimes hunt animals, sometimes hunt
other Blacks. Very good eat, before white man comes," he hastened to add
as he saw Jean's expression of terror. "Not eat people now."
"I should hope not," cried the child.
"Little Missa keep quiet," said Kadok, raising himself on his elbow,
grasping a stick he had and peering through the bushes. "Something
coming. Think not black man. Don't move!" They sat so quiet it seemed to
Jean that she could hear her heart beat, but heard nothing more. Just as
she was about to speak, Kadok raised his stick quickly and brought it
down with great force and Jean saw something black whirl and twist at
the opening of the cave.
"Missa help quick. This hard to hold," cried Kadok. "Take stick, hold
very tight here," and he gave her the handle of the forked stick which,
to her horror, she saw held down by its neck a large snake. She shut her
eyes tight, but held the stick bearing down with all her might while
Kadok struck the snake over and over with his stick.
"Good Missa, let go stick, snake very dead now," and she looked with a
shudder at the dead body of the serpent.
"Him tree-python," said Kadok, calmly. "Him make very good supper for
Missa."
"Oh, I couldn't eat snake, really, I couldn't," she said, but Kadok
laughed.
"Make very good eat for black boy, save yopolo for Missa," he said.
"Think dinner time now, Missa eat meat, Kadok eat snake."
It made Jean feel very queer to see him cut off a piece of the tail,
roast it and eat with great enjoyment, but before night she was to look
upon the snake as her greatest friend.
She dropped asleep after eating and did not waken until almost time for
supper, when she found that Kadok had been sleeping too.
"Foot very much better, think we go find Mother to-morrow," he said, as
she sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Little Missa not cry, be good Missa. We
be all right. Time to eat again."
"I'm not very hungry," she said, "but I want some fresh water to drink."
"Little Missa not go to the spring. Kadok not like," he said so
earnestly that she said,
"Well, never mind, I can drink the old water and chew some hibiscus
leaves."
"Think I can go for Missa," said Kadok as he rose and tried his foot.
"Not very bad."
"Oh, never mind," she said, but he took the billy and his stick and
limped through the bushes. He was gone only a moment or two when she
felt a strange feeling as of some one looking at her, and she raised her
head to see, staring through the bushes, the same savage eyes which had
frightened her the day before.
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