The little Bunyip was carried home by its mother, and after that the waters sank back to their own channels. The side of the pool where she lives is always shunned by everyone, as nobody knows when she may suddenly put out her head and draw him into her mighty jaws. But people say that underneath the black waters of the pool she has a house filled with beautiful things, such as mortals who dwell on the earth have no idea of. Though how they know I cannot tell you, as nobody has ever seen it. [From Journal of Anthropological-Institute.] Father Grumbler Once upon a time there lived a man who had nearly as many children as there were sparrows in the garden. He had to work very hard all day to get them enough to eat, and was often tired and cross, and abused everything and everybody, so that people called him “Father Grumbler.” By-and-by he grew weary of always working, and on Sundays he lay a long while in bed, instead of going to church. Then after a time he found it dull to sit so many hours by himself, thinking of nothing but how to pay the rent that was owing, and as the tavern across the road looked bright and cheerful, he walked in one day and sat down with his friends. “It was just to chase away Care,” he said; but when he came out, hours and hours after, Care came out with him. Father Grumbler entered his house feeling more dismal than when he left it, for he knew that he had wasted both his time and his money. “I will go and see the Holy Man in the cave near the well,” he said to himself, “and perhaps he can tell me why all the luck is for other people, and only misfortunes happen to me.” And he set out at once for the cave. It was a long way off, and the road led over mountains and through valleys; but at last he reached the cave where the Holy Man dwelt, and knocked at the door. “Who is there?” asked a voice from within. “It is I, Holy Man, Father Grumbler, you know, who has as many children as sparrows in the garden.” “Well, and what is it that you want?” “I want to know why other people have all the luck, and only misfortunes happen to me!” The Holy Man did not answer, but went into an inner cave, from which he came out bearing something in his hand. “Do you see this basket?” said he. “It is a magical basket, and if you are hungry you have only got to say: ‘Little basket, little basket, do your duty,’ and you will eat the best dinner you ever had in your life. But when you have had enough, be sure you don’t forget to cry out: ‘That will do for to-day.’ Oh!—and one thing more—you need not show it to everybody and declare that I have give it to you. Do you understand?”