Some Persons UnknownHornung, E. W. (Ernest William)
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Some Persons Unknown
Hornung, E. W. (Ernest William)
English fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, English
"I suppose I must have slept for some hours, for when I woke the moon
was low and swollen, and hanging like a Chinese lantern in the very
middle of my open doorway. But I never looked at my watch; I lay there
staring at the setting moon, and listening for a repetition of the
sound that had roused me. I had not long to wait, but yet long enough
to make me wonder at the time whether I mightn't have heard it in my
dreams only. And then it came again--the long-drawn wail, the piercing
final cry of a coo-ee from one that had learnt to coo-ee before he
could speak. As my feet touched the floor I heard another coo-ee; as I
ran out into the moonshine there came a fourth; but the fifth was in my
ear before I knew that they all came from the mallee scrub that spreads
westward from here to within half a mile of the twelve-mile whim. Then
I answered as well as I knew how; but the acquirement was a very recent
one in my case; and besides, my wits were still in a tangle. For first
I thought it was the child herself, until I realised, with a laugh
at the absurdity of the idea, that she could neither walk so far nor
coo-ee like that; and then I supposed it must be some chance traveller
that had got bushed, like others before him, in that deadly mallee. But
all the while I was answering his coo-ees as best I could, and running
in my socks in the direction from which they seemed to come. And long
before I spied my man I made sure that it was Mad Trevor himself, for I
knew no other with such lungs, and who else would have searched for a
bairn of five so many weary miles from the spot where it had last been
seen?
"But, as a matter of fact, he himself had no notion where he was, until
he saw me standing in front of him in the low moonlight. Then he wanted
to know what I meant by coming back from the twelve-mile; for, don't
you see, he thought he had been coasting around the home-station all
night--and that'll tell you about our mallee! When I set him right he
just stood there, wringing his big hands like a woman; and it was worse
to see than when he cried like a child before the little one's nurse.
"Of course I got him to come back with me to the hut; and he leant on
my shoulder with his sixteen stone, and he just said, 'Well, Harry, I
don't believe she's in the mallee at all. I've been coo-eeing for her
the whole night, ever since you went; and George has been coo-eeing
for her ever since he came; and all hands have been coo-eeing for her
in the mallee all night long. And I don't believe she's there at all.
I believe she's somewhere about the homestead all the time. We never
looked there. What fools we all are. You shall make me a pannikin
of tea, and I'll turn in and have a sleep, Harry; and we'll go back
together when it's light; and we'll find her asleep in the chaff-house,
I shouldn't wonder, if they haven't found her already; you bet we'll
find her safe and sound in some hole or corner, the rogue! frightening
her old dad out of all his wits.'
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