Old Melbourne Memories: Second Edition, RevisedBoldrewood, Rolf
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Old Melbourne Memories: Second Edition, Revised
Boldrewood, Rolf
Frontier and pioneer life -- Australia -- Melbourne (Vic.); Victoria -- Description and travel; Victoria -- Social life and customs
"But none answered." They probably came near, under cover of the
darkness, and, true to their general tactics, declined to make an attack
when the garrison was prepared. Had they caught us napping, the result
might have been different. This view of the subject was confirmed by
something which happened a little while afterwards, and gave us a most
apposite text on which to enlarge in our memorials to the Government. I
happened to be away with Old Tom on a journey which took us more than a
week. When I returned, "wonderful ashes had fallen on our heads," as
Hadji Baba phrases it. Our homestead had been surprised and taken by the
enemy. They had held possession of the hut for an hour or more, and
cleared it of all that they regarded as valuable. Blood had not been
spilled, but "it was God's mercy," Mrs. Burge said, "that she, and Joe,
and the precious baby had not all been killed and murdered, and eaten,
and all the cattle driven into the Rocks." I began to think that I would
never go away again--certainly not for a few years--if adventures of
this sort were possible in my absence. After a little blowing off of
steam, on Old Tom's part, I gathered from the calmer narrative of Joe
Burge the substance of the affair.
CHAPTER VIII
THE NATIVE POLICE
On the third day after our departure Joe and his wife were in the
milking-yard finishing the morning's work, when suddenly Mrs. Burge,
looking towards the road, exclaimed, "Good God! the hut's full of
blacks!" Realising that her infant lay in his cradle in the front room,
she rushed down, in spite of Joe's command to stay where she was while
he confronted the enemy.
"Sure, isn't the child there?" she said. "And whether or not, mayn't you
and I be as well killed together?"
Joe, having no sufficiently effective answer at hand, was fain to follow
his more impetuous helpmate with what speed he might. When they arrived
on the scene, they found about twenty or thirty blacks briskly engaged
in pillaging the hut. They were passing and repassing from out the
doorway, handing to one another provisions and everything which
attracted their cupidity.
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