Aboriginal Australians -- Government relations; Dunk Island (Qld.); Natural history -- Australia -- Queensland
They were white; she was pronouncedly of
the despised race. How wistfully would she scan the face of strangers!
How teeming with resentment against fate her inevitable conclusions!
In all save features she was white. Over her inheritance, the cruellest
which fortune could bestow, she was shudderingly horrified. Not all the
longings of an untainted mind could make her skin less tawny. Its stain
was too deep to be blanched by the most fervent of prayers. Her outlook
on life, her intensest wishes, were those of a white girl of more
than decent perceptions--of actual refinement, for they tended to the
avoidance of everything unpleasant and unsightly. In other respects,
too, she was an absolute variant from the type, for her sensitiveness to
the pain of others and of the lower animals amounted almost to a mania;
for though she had a girlish horror of blood, her eagerness to solace
sufferings made her so courageous that she became most apt and prompt
in the administration of first aid. Her big, startled eyes showed
the sincerity of her feelings, while her firm, slender fingers deftly
applied bandages as she spoke in soothing tones.
The soul of a white damsel was in habitation of the body of one whose
parents had been black and utterly degraded. In the days of old evil
spirits were believed to be capable of taking spiteful possession of the
bodies of the weak to work, in unseemlinesses and indecencies, for the
mischief of the soul. Here was a good and gentle spirit which strove
undemonstratively for the salvation of a being the circumstances of
whose birth bordered on the infernal. It was as if the baths of infancy
had purified the soul, while the permanence and perversity of blood
triumphed in feature and complexion.
While the other children of the house deserved and obtained love
and affection in full measure, towards Soosie were exhibited similar
sentiments, with, perhaps, more consideration, for was it not plain that
her life was a continual conflict--a conflict between body and soul--a
body self-abhorred, a soul which needed no purification?
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