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Me go quiet along a grass long way. Come round 'nother side. That boy no bin see me. Bi'mby me see gins big mob. Sing out 'One fella boy bin catch 'em spear. He very bad. Close up dead now. Billy plant himself long way. Boys and gins come up, where boy sing out. 'Carry 'em alonga camp. Me go long way, where auntie belonga me sit down. That spear cartn pull 'em out. He got hook.
Me got 'em letter. Brother belonga gin, belonga Mickie; him gib it!" "No; Mickie sit down alonga Palm Islands. Come back, bi'mby." "Where letter?" I asked. Mattie "Me got 'em," and drawing out a very soiled little parcel, he proudly exposed a piece of greyish wood, about the size and shape of a lead pencil, on which had been cut two continuous intersecting grooves.
Good fella longa boy." Once George illuminated his conversation with an aphorism. He no look out that way. That boy tchuk 'em boomerang. Boomerang stick in leg belonga Tom. Tom no feel 'em first time. He stan' up yet. Bi'mby when want walk about, tumble down. Look out. Hello! see 'em boomerang alonga leg. He no more can walk about." The boss remarked "Might be long time, Tom feel 'em leg sore."
All a time that boy sing out, 'Pull out spear. Bi'mby Billy come back. He very sorry. He say 'Me no wan' spear you. Me no look out you. Me wan' catch 'em wallaby. That boy say, 'All ri, Billy. You good mate belonga me. Three days that spear inside yet. Me come alonga camp. That boy look 'em all ri'. Me say 'Me very sorry. Me think you dead now. He say 'Me no dead.
Alonga my country too many. Come out alonga ground, bend over, go down. Subpose me go close up kill 'em along spear, run away and plant. Bi'mby come back, find plenty red stone, yalla stone. Fill 'em up dilly-bag. Old man bin tell 'em. Me no go close up along Muhr-amalee. Too fright!"
Bi'mby that gin go down below. Groun' shut 'em up. All day down below. Come up night time. Carn come up alonga sun. Soft fella that. Suppose come up alonga sun, sun kill 'em. Too sof' altogether." Cooktown blacks, according to George, use a much lighter sporting spear than that in vogue in these parts.
The boy said that the "debil-debil" had arms like the lawyer vine long and set with spurs and dwelt in the heart of the mountains, in the thickest jungle. He sit down little bit. Altogether black fella make 'um big fella fire. He no more sleep. He look out all time. Bi'mby, longa morning he altogether yan.
Brother belonga me Billy strong fella that. One time we go after kangaroo. Billy walk about close up, me sit down alonga rock; me plant me'self. 'Nother boy close up. He plant. We no see that fella. Bi'mby me see little fella wallaby feed about. Me bin whistle alonga my brother. 'Here wallaby. Come this way; quiet! my brother come up.
That dooey-dooey when catch 'em spear he go down quick, come up under canoe capsize 'em. Two fella boy swim about long time by that reef; no catch 'em that canoe. Swim; swim l-o-n-g way; no catch 'em beach; go outside; follow canoe all time. One fella say 'Brother, where we now? 'Long way yet. Swim more far, brother. Bi'mby two fella talk 'Where now, brother? 'Long way outside.
My word, that fella sing out sing out sing out. Mr Limsee belt him more. All time he sing out. Bi'mby let 'em go. He bad fella boy that altogether. We fella go home along camp. Mr Limsee feel 'em sore tchoulder. Nex' day that boy very tchausey fella come up along camp. He say 'Me want fight that fella Cap'n. Cap'n come up. That fella catch 'em, Cap'n tchuk him hard alonga ground.
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