bowrah

Updated: April 30, 2025

Many and ripe are the bumbles hanging now on the humble trees; red is the fruit of the grooees, and opening with ripeness the fruit of the guiebets. Yet you sit in the camp and hunger, until your husbands return with the dinewan and bowrah they have gone forth to slay. Go, women, and gather of the plenty that surrounds you. I will take care of your children, the little Wahroogabs."

K. Langloh (Katie Langloh) Parker - Australian Legendary Tales: folklore of the Noongahburrahs as told to the Piccaninnies