Aboriginal Australians -- Government relations; Dunk Island (Qld.); Natural history -- Australia -- Queensland
As the steamer from the South enters the bay, the traveller sees ahead
the fringe of houses on the low lands fronting the inlet where shipping
finds safe and convenient harbourage. To the left he may be introduced
to a strip of open beach between two low points of grey granite, back
from which are scattered groups of modest buildings and huts which form
the aboriginal settlement. The choice of the site for the settlement
was influenced by the character of the country. Although but a short
distance by sea from the port, it is isolated by its background of hard
and inhospitable hills patched with almost impenetrable jungle. Few
consigned there ever leave of their own motive, however earnest the
longing may be. The home-sick realise that escape is difficult and, if
successful, futile, for are not the police everywhere, and strong and
compelling? Why undertake the unknown perils of unknown hills--spiritual
perils more to be dreaded than physical--when capture and again
banishment are certain?
Nellie Oongle-bi, among whose matrimonial experiences was Tom, of this
Isle, and who since his death has gone from bad to worse, had been
found under the protection of a coloured alien, sadly degenerated and
saturated with opium. For her own salvation she was transported to
the settlement afar off, with its frontier of sea and background of
repulsive hills. She went, being in the clutches of a superior force,
tractably enough, but with none of her unconquerable love of country
subdued. Nelly has nothing of an attractive nature. She has a vixenish
temper at times; is always on the alert for fancied slights; is by no
means cleanly, unless under duress; and does not hesitate to foment
subjects of quarrel. Few among her relations and friends would mourn her
exile. Even her own son, Jim, was scoffingly indifferent. She was far
from being so, but played her part well, being obedient, quite tame, and
ever observant.
She “sat down” at the settlement, and made friends with two or three of
the women there with whom she had previously been acquainted; but while
she talked with apparent resignation, she scanned the hills, especially
fixing in her mind a particular gully which leads up to a ridge
promising an outlook to the south, upon which her hopes were fixed.
Soon after dark on the second night she took to the bush, carrying
a dilly-bag and a blanket. She is now one of the population of a
far-distant settlement, the site of which happens to be within her
own country. How she overcame the distance without food, friends, or
resources, has to be told, though not altogether in her own language,
for such would be unintelligible to the ordinary reader.
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