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
So, lightly arrayed, the black troopers stole through the reeds of the
marsh, in the dim light of a rainy dawn, and essayed to track the
rock-wolves to their lair. Camps they found, many a one, having good
store of beef bones at all of them, but the _indigenes_ were gone,
though signs of recent occupation were plentiful. An outlying scout had
"cut the track" of the trooper's horses, and "jaloused," as Mr. Gorrie
would have said, only too accurately what was likely to follow. Anyhow,
the contingent returned tired and rather sulky after sundown, with their
boots considerably the worse for wear. I did not myself accompany the
party, nor did I propose to do so at any other time. I took it for
granted that blood might be shed, and I did not wish to be an
eye-witness or participator. The matter at issue was now grave and
imminent. Whether should we crush the unprovoked _emeute_, or remove the
remnant of our stock, abandon our homesteads, and yield up the good land
of which we had taken possession?
It would hardly have been English to do the latter. So we had nothing
for it but to make the best fight we could.
A fresh reconnaissance was made daily from my homestead, sometimes in
one direction, sometimes in another. But though rumours were heard of
their appearance in different and distant parts of the district, no
actual sight of the foe could be accomplished. Buckup and his
men-at-arms, after the first day, were very patient and cheerful about
the matter. They played quoits, of which I had a set--wrestled and boxed
during their leisure hours, shot kangaroo and wild duck, and generally
comported themselves as if this sort of thing was all in the day's work.
Meantime, the heavy winter rains had begun to fall and the marshes to
fill; the forest became so saturated that horses could hardly be ridden
over it in places. I had occasion to go to Belfast for a couple of days
on business. When I returned I found that a regular engagement had taken
place the day before, the result of which would probably be decisive.
Neither of my men had been out, as it happened, but they had gleaned
their information from the white troopers, and very sparingly from
Buckup. Beyond saying that they had come up with the main body of the
tribe and given them a scouring, he was disposed to say but little.
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