|Newspaper Title||Australian Town and Country Journal (Sydney, NSW : 1870 - 1907)|
|Trove Title||Three Little Bushboys|
Princess Spinaway's Department.
THREE LITTLE BUSHBOYS.
By "Albion" (Rocky Plain, Cooma.)
It'Avas true; the dogs had followed its tracks, until they found the creature itself. As soon as they did they fell upon lt and killed it "Wlun the boys came up it was dead. They soon un- sheathed their knives, and with quick slashes of the knife the skin was soon torn from, the
"There's a meal for the dingoes, anyhow." said Ned.
"Yes; and, by Jove, if those beggars come on to us, in a mob, they will soon make a meal of us, too," said Jack.
''Will they really and truly, though?". asked Uncle George, in alarm.
"That they will!" repied Ned, with conviction. "They have often tackled a man," said Morty. "Sometimes when a fellow Is camped out they will come to the tent and chew his boots or saddle," added Jack.
They commenced their journey again. Uncle George was rather ill at ease mneerning the dingoes. Mile after mile of rough, rocky, and scrubby hills they climbed, without seeing a living creature.
Suddenly Jack came to a halt. "Caesar," he ejaculated; "here's their tracks!"
One, two, three, six, nine-a dozen of them,
and no less!'
"Keep a sharp lookout," Ned warned. "We will shoot any rascal if we get the chance." Crack! The shot was followed by an awful howl.. Morty had seen one of the band, crouched behind a bush, in the act of pouncing on Jack, and he had shot it. Almost immediately there was a rush and scurrying of many feet. Out rushed the rest of the dingoes, and charged towards the party. Uncle George raised his rifle and pressed the trigger. The bullet-sent a cloud of snow in all directions. This and the report of his rifle scared the dingoes. They came to a halt, looked at the frightened party, and the dogs then turned tail and made a dash for the bush, which they reached without further loss. It was a short time before the lads regained their cour- age. They advanced towards the dog, and Jack drew his knife and stabbed the animal in the heart. There was a abort struggle, and the dog was dead.
"I will have one of those long teeth of his," said Uncle George; "and I will have lt mounted, in memory of to-day."
"You will have more to remember yet," said Ned
"Do you mean to say they will attack us again?" h¿ asked in.tr.rror.
"Rather; for they are desperately hungry, and '
will go for anything or anybody," sjld Jabk.
"Never mind, Uncle. We will get up a tre'j if they tackle us; again. We will be able to shoot them down then," said Morty.
"A good idea, that J" said Uncle George, rally- ing himself a little.
"Oh, by-the-bye," what time is it?" Ned asked. "Half-past one," said Uncle George, as he looked at his watch.
"Better have some dinner, I suppose," said Morty.
"You will have some trouble lighting a Are, won't you?" asked Uncle George.
"Oh, a little, I expect," Ned answered lightly Jack set to work to clear away the snow from behind a large boulder. Ned gathered firewood from tho crevices of the rocks and hollow trees, while Morty busied himself filling the billy-pot with snow. Uncle George looked on with won- der find admiration. When Ned had gathered the fuel lt was placed on the spot Jack bad
cleared, and was soon burning In fine style. The billy was placed on lt, and as the snow melted more was put in until it was full. The water soon boiled, and the lads were enjoying a hearty meal. After they had finished they packed up their things and started off again.
Suddenly Ned stopped and pointed to a bush. "What is that under there?" he asked. "It looks jolly like a kangaroo, does it not?" Jack says. "Well, here goes; I will chance it anyhow," Ned answers, as he raises his rifle to his shoulder
Out jumped the kangaroo.
"Hurrah; come on!", cried Morty. "It's got a young one in its pouch."
The boy followed it at full speed, and -when
old mother 'roo saw she was being caught she , threw her youngster out. The dogs followed the .? mother and the boys^ the young one. The little 'roo gave them a good; chase before they caught
it-: . ..
"Oh, what a pretty little fellow!'" says Uncle George, in delight.
"Well, Uncle George, I ,.have' the pleasure of presenting you with a little 'roo," says Ned, with mock ceremony.
"Oh thanks, awfully, old boy!" says Uncle George. "Now, throe cheers for Ned." "Hur- rah! hurrah! hurrah!" shout the boys In chorus. "Now where will I put the little fellow?" he
"Hold on, until we skin the mother," was Ned's reply. They soon found the mother, aa she had been shot through the shoulder and soon ? died. They soon skinned her, and turning the
skin inside out-they placed "Joey" in it. They continued the journey onwards, until Uncle George said lt was 3 o'clock.
"We had better make homewards then," Ned replied. They turned round and proceeded some distance when they came' face to face with the enemy again.
"Quick up this tree," cried Morty. They all obeyed in great haste and confusion. The dogs took up their position on some rocks at the foot of the tree, and bit savagely, at an> aIngo that tried to reach them. The party opened fire on the enemy and killed" two; whereupon the others set to work to
devour their dead comrades. Another volley killed two more of the number. Unfortu- nately at this juncture the branch on which Jack was sitting snapped, und Jack came to the ground. The warrigals were too startled at first to grasp the situation. Jack rose, and grabbed his rifle, and shot the nearest one. When the dogs saws Jack's peril they jumped down and ran up to him. They stood in front of him, whilst he loaded his rifle. Jack walk- ed backwards until he regained the rocks. When he was safe again tho dogs leapt upon the rocks beside him. After an exciting battle the enemy were driven off, with the loss of eight ïtillpd and throe wounded. : After they had scalped the enemy they started homewards as quickly as possible, as . lt looked as if a snowstorm was coming on. Before they got half-way home small flaxes began to fall. Gradually they got larger and thicker, until the boys could not see ten paces ahead of them. The dogs took command at this criti- cal point, and led th<¡m towards home. It was not till late that thoy reached home, tired and hungry, but quite aatisfled with the day's outing. After eating a good supper they felt quite refreshed, aim were soon relat- ing the day's adventures.
The boys and Uncle George have never for- gotten that day's hunting. Uncle George has been In India tiger shooting; but he says he never was in so tight a corner, as when the dingoes had them up the tree that day. He s has the young 'roo; but he is no longer a little fellow, but has grown up a fine big, quiet,