Aboriginal Australians -- Government relations; Dunk Island (Qld.); Natural history -- Australia -- Queensland
Gradually the monopolistic mangroves become more tolerant of the rights
of other vegetation. Tea-trees with white papery bark and pale yellow
flowers dripping with spirity nectar, the sunflower-tree with its masses
of gold, an occasional wattle, and slim palms mirror themselves, and
here and there compact jungle, with its entanglement of ponderous vines
and smothering creepers, shoulders away the salt-loving plants.
Scents may vary as the river's fringe; but only a delicate blend is
recognised--the breathings of honey-secreting flowers and of sapful
plants free from all uncleanliness. Many trees endure sadly the
decoration of orchids in full flower, some lovely to look on and
deliciously scented. The snowy plumes of one species sway gently, as
if offering friendly greeting. A worthy similitude to the lily of the
valley clings to a decaying limb, and a passing smudge of lustrous brown
is but the reflection from a mass of the commonest of the Dendrobiums
which encumbers a long-suffering host. Where forest trees and wattles
guard the bank the water is of a different hue, as if the face of the
river had absorbed less of the actualities of the sun. The screen
of vegetation is not only higher, but it is varied and impresses its
individuality. Only during the pelting rains of the wet season may
this delightful stream be monotonous, for at intervals brief and
narrow vistas open out on patches of yellowing grass, and beyond lie
forest-clad hills.
All save the boat is wonderfully still. The birds are silent, for this
is the first hot day of the season, and they have retired to the patches
of jungle where shade and dimness afford relief from the sunlight
spaces. For many a mile a cormorant, lacking valour to double on its
tracks, has fled before the boat, settling out of sight ever and anon,
only to be scared further from its nest. A mangrove bittern sitting
humpbacked on a root and roused from its night thoughts has flown ahead,
following the bends of the stream until it crossed a familiar loop and
so evaded incessant harrying.
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