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Updated: May 5, 2025
Afterwards, Lady Bridget remembered the greetings and wondered why the black boys had said: 'New feller Mithsis! Who had been the old feller Mithsis? she asked herself. McKeith sternly quashed the black boys' ebullition and told them to mind their own business. Bridget agreed that the buggy was first rate and became enthusiastic over the horses, four fairly matched and powerful roans.
He jumped on to the veranda, clicked his teeth in an admiring ejaculation as he gazed at Lady Bridget. 'My word! BUJERI feller White Mary you! ... new feller Mithsis belonging to Boss. My word! Then as McKeith drew up his horses in front of the hotel, Wombo and Moongarr Bill sprang to the heads of wheelers and leaders.
Bridget took the watch from her hand, detached the key from the chain, and slipped watch and chain into the pocket of her coat, while Oola, clutching Lady Bridget's knees, pleaded chokily: 'Mithsis you gib me key no make im noise. No tell pollis-man me let out Wombo. My word! plenty quick he YAN long-a scrub. BA-AL pollis-man catch Wombo. Mithsis BUJERI White Mary! You gib it key to Oola.
The buggy was quite a smart bush turn-out comfortable seats in front a varnished cover, now lying back; a well behind, filled with luggage; a narrow back seat whence Cudgee a smaller edition of Wombo sprang down. Cudgee, too, stared at Lady Bridget and clicked his teeth in admiration, exclaiming: 'Hullo! New feller Mithsis.
You look out, Mithsis big feller goanner sit down along a tree. And for the first time in her existence, Lady Bridget beheld a monster iguana dragging its huge lizard tail and turning its stately, brown crocodile head round at her from the safe vantage place of a thick gum branch. After that, the way led off the main road, on by a less used track through wilder country.
Me want 'em catch Lathy-chap before pollis-man come. That feller pollis-man take Wombo long-a gaol. Mithsis' the gin implored. 'BUJERI you! Mithis tell pollis-man Wombo plenty good blackfellow. No take Wombo long-a gaol. 'What has Wombo been doing? asked Lady Bridget. 'Did he steal the gun?
When she heard a footstep in the forest behind her, she started and turned and stared into the dim aisles of the gidia, as though she expected to see his ghost. 'Mithsis mithsis me Wombo plenty my been look out for you. Plenty mine frightened to go along a head-station. Lady Bridget laughed hysterically.
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