|Newspaper Title||The Capricornian (Rockhampton, Qld. : 1875 - 1929)|
|Trove Title||In Days Gone By|
®ates and fetches.
IS DAYS GONE BY.*
By an Old Settles.
When morning broke they roused themselves, iodtad thereto by the promptings of banger. The weather was, if anything, worse tbas on the previous night. A drizzling rain fell, the wind was blowing a gale, the sea in moon tains. They were sheltered by their position from the violence, bat there was nothing to be jolly abotxt, except that they were in com
parative safety. The provisions bad been completely spoiled by the salt water. Ab they eat mnomfolly by the embers of the 6 re, looluog at the war of wind and sea, Sims ejaculated, *' Good God ! where is the boat.' Not a sign of her. Had Jack been blown away while they slept? or, bad he deserted them. Many coojectores were hazarded on Hie subject. 'What fools we were to pay half the money down,' said Bolan, 'and we are left lament ing.' ' Hallo ! here cornea some one,' B%id Sims. A man was seen approaching them from the westward. Ib it Jack ? No ; this man is too stont. It is like him. Yes, it's him ; bat what on earth has happened to him. Jack appeared to be folly doable his width ; he carried a billy in one hand. ?*I 'epose yer thought I wer' off f ' he said. ' We did not know what to think, whether your were blown away or not.' He saw their looks of astonishment at his aDDearance. and laoehed.
' Make a good 6re, Peter, and roast these 'ere eggs,' saying which he produced from the breast of his shirt a couple of dozen of turtles' eggs. Peter'a eyes glistened. 'Plenty more that fellow. Jack,' he asked. 'Yo-i, plenty.' ' What are they ?' asked Bolan. 'Turtles' eggs to be sure.' When they were cooked Bolan stood oat for some time, be did nut like their appearance, bat Beeiug the others devouring them with relish be fell to. Jack had brongbt some water, and some half liquid tea and sugar mingled, which was very welcome. When they had eaten things seemed to improve. 'Now,' said Jack, **ye'd beat come with me round to where I have the boat. It is a good spell to wait, and there is nothing here to atop for. We are likely to be here for a day or two yet. Now. the weather has broken. If the niuht is moderate we mieht
catch a turtle or two,' saying which he led the way round the point be bad indicated. It eeemed to Bolan to be a foolish thing to ?top where they were. Why not go by land to town ? Bat when be had heard Jack's description of the land they bad to travel over he thought perhaps they were quite as well off where they were, with plenty of water and tartle'e eggs. The tobacco and matches, hiring been pat carefully away in the fore locker, were dry. Botan, in over hauling the boat, foand a bottle half fall of ram, which was produced and shared round. The rain had ceased. Their clothes and blankets were dried. With plenty of food and water they came to the conclusion that things might be far worse. ** As long as the weather continues dry,*' said Bolan. 44 Oh, as for that,' said Jack, ' if it comes down too heavy we can unbend the boat's n*'1™1'1 and make a tent of it, only its a poor Christmas for the likes o'you gents. ' By the way,' said Si ma, ' there's Bolan's Bolan wanted to be excused. He had no stirring tale to tell, &c He had proposed the series ia the first instance. He coald not be allowed to back oat now. Time was allowed him. It was saceested that Jack Condon
could posnbly add his contribution. Jack ' Well, voq will be allowed to embellish yoar tale. Bat there mast be a groond work of fact. Xoce of yoar Mary Duon of Doner kind of things,'* said Sims. 'Where did you set that word 4 embellish' from, Sims,' asked Rowley, 'it Btrikes me as 'I do not know that it is according to Cacker. I beard it many years ago from an old Irish piper. I was visiting some friends in the sooth. One eveoiog an old piper was brought in. He was a fioe looking old chap. His pipes were eilver mounted and bedecked with ribbons. Could he not knock roosic out fairly done up. A rest ensued perforce. Oar host asked Murpby to play the 'Sixth Dragoon's March.' 'When be had finished, Mr. Coran said ** that is not correct. Listen to me now,' and be whistled the march. ' Share
little 'embellishments' av my own 1 pat to it.' ' Now, BoUn. Sahib, cbeel cheel ''—this from Sims. ** Bear that benighted idiot airing his Bengalee. No doubt he thinks to pass tt off on me for Gallic, or some of the dead laugaages. Its not Irish anyway. I suppose I need not specify the country which gave roe birtb.' *' No indeed,' laughed Rowland. 'Sweet county May — o you know,' breathes forth in every existence. 'That's better than your county Wexford drawl,' retorted Bolan. 'Come, a truce to this foolery, and go on with yoar composition, or whatever it is to be,' said Jaqaes. ' I fear the composition will be a failure for want of-' 'Not brass,' said Sims. *' No ; spirit. How can anyone expect a fellow to soar into the realms of fiction on turtles' oggt and water. ' If I bad— Ab ! ? Written for the Caprieomian by a gentleman of long and T&ried colonial experience
God be with the times,' said Bolan. heaving a sigh. ' If you had what ?' said Jacques. ' I can supply the remainder of the sentence, ' said Rowland— ' About fire inches of whisky toddy inside him. be would tell as about King OToole's goose, or some such veritable history.' 'No. I disown all such vaio conceits. I was aboot to tell yon such a capital ehoet story. Bat as I perceive you are oot ' 'i the ?eia' I shall defer the relation for the present.' 'Oh I go on Bolan, go on. Don't shirk it now,' cried the others. ( To be continued. )