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Updated: June 23, 2025
"Pigs," said Billy with glee; "hold on now, daddy, and let me go at 'em." The Bu'ster was no longer the little boy whom I introduced to the reader at the commencement of this narrative. Five years' residence in the desert island had made him such a strapping young fellow that he seemed much more fitted to cope with a lion than a wild pig! He was not indeed tall, but he was unusually strong.
Loving-kindness beams in her eyes, sympathy ripples on her brow, grace dwells in her every motion, and honest, straightforward simplicity sits enthroned upon her countenance!" Even Crossby, the surly digger, entertained similar sentiments regarding her, though he expressed them in less refined language. "She's a bu'ster," he said once to a comrade, "that's what she is, an' no mistake about it.
Nothing daunted, the Bu'ster "returned to the charge," and fell a second time, with the loaf, however, in his arms. "Hah!" exclaimed Mrs Gaff, issuing from the spare room, and rushing at her offspring with uplifted hand. "Stop, lass," said Stephen, arresting her, and catching up the boy, whom he placed on his knee as he sat down in a chair beside the fire. "How are 'ee, Billy, my lad?"
"Got him, daddy Hooray!" shouted the Bu'ster, as he leaped up and ran by a circuitous route to the foot of the precipice, whence he speedily returned with the pig under his arm. "A fat 'un, daddy," he observed, holding it up by the tail. "Capital!" said Gaff, pinching the pig's sides, "we shall grub well for some days to come."
"Then you'll have to tell it to me, daddy, and begin at once," said Tottie, leaving the Bu'ster who was more entitled to his nickname on that evening than he had ever been in all his life, and sitting down beside her father on the floor. "Come, let's have fair exchange," said Gaff, pushing his wife towards Billy, who grasped his mother round her ample waist, and pulled her down upon his knee!
On the present occasion the Bu'ster had awakened out of a sound sleep to the conviction that he was hungry. Observing the loaf on the table, he immediately willed to have a second supper, and arising, donned his father's pea-jacket, in order to enjoy the meal more thoroughly.
"Well, I have seen ye afore now, but you've 'scaped from me, youngster." "I'm Billy, alias the Bu'ster, alias the Cork, alias Gaff " "What, Billy Gaff? Dead and come alive again!" cried Haco, springing up and seizing the youngster's hand.
Supplied with this fluid, which having been made too thick required a good deal of water to thin it, Tottie again squared her elbows on the table; the parents sat down, and the Bu'ster re-mounted guard with the blotting-paper, this time carefully out of earshot. "Now, then, `dear sir," said Tottie, once more dipping her pen. "No, no; didn't I say, plain `Sir," remonstrated her father.
Mrs Gaff, who could change at a moment's notice from the extreme of anger to perfect quiescence, contented herself with shaking her fist at the Bu'ster, and then relapsed from the condition of a fury into a quiet, good-looking dame.
The Bu'ster accepted the challenge at once by throwing his arms round his father's waist, and endeavouring to throw him. Gaff resisted, and the result was that, in ten minutes or so, they were comparatively warm, and capable of active exertion. Then they clambered over the rocks, traversed the neck of sand, and quickly gained the shore.
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