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Updated: May 10, 2025
The shadow of a man showed grotesquely in the flickering light, and Samuel quivered with excitement. "I'm a-going down the plurry steps," he affirmed, "an' I'll bomb 'em from the bottom." The next instant he was down the shaft and peering cautiously round the corner; and having peered he let out one wild whoop and gently lobbed his first bomb into the far corner. It was a bomber's paradise.
Man, you can lead an army corps . . ." His voice died away as the two officers departed on their three-mile squelch to the front line, and the unshaven Jones gazed after them admiringly. "A hartist!" he murmured admiringly, "a plurry hartist. Personally, the rasberry juice, any old 'ow for me." He disappeared from view, and further disclosures would be tactless. . . .
Ryder, knowing the susceptibilities of the race, to gratify the boy laughed too. 'Yarra plenty clever, he said. 'My word! Yarra follow track all away topside Shepherd's Scrub. Go this way, that way, make much plurry humbug. Say: "This feller gone lame, limp it bad. Some time he creep by scrub, lie down." Trooper go search it scrub all day, nex' day, nex' day.
With an expression of great relief on his face he gazed over the top of the trench. "Thank 'Eavens! you can't make a sixteenth, mate. The whole plurry tree's nah poo." "Nah poo," murmured Bendigo Jones. "Nah poo. What is nah poo?" He stood up and peered over the top also. "I see no change. To some eyes it might seem that the tree had fallen; to mine it lives for ever fragrant and cool."
Him run longa gully, catch up horse by ole man blackbutt, ride longa gorge same debble chase him, reported the half-caste. 'Right, right! Yarra plurry fine feller! said Ryder. 'Now we go up over small spur, down by gorge, sit down little stone cave near big splash. Pretty quick you come back, catch Wallaroo, lead him down to the gorge along down the creek.
'E's mad, boys; 'e's as mad as a plurry 'atter; 'e's got bats in 'is belfry." Now, in spite of what I know of Bendigo Jones, I must admit that this reputed remark taxes even my credulity. Mad he undoubtedly was when viewed by the sordid standards of the vandals around him, but this inspiring ode to a sandbag grew somewhat, I cannot but help thinking, in the transmission.
Presently, swinging his legs over the side of the cot with a weary sigh, he proceeded to fill his pipe. He was a thick-set, grey-eyed fair man about thirty, with a stolid, though shrewd, clean-shaven face. "Best ye stickit tae wha' ye ca' 'English, auld mon!" he remarked irritably, "Baith yersel' an' yer plurry pairrut. . . . Ou ay, I ken! D'ye ken John Peel?
Yarra was a remarkably clever tracker, and uncommonly cute for his years; but within a fortnight the new comer had secured so powerful an influence over him that the boy had confided to one of the gins: 'That plurry pfeller good man him.
"Well done, kid; but for Holy Mike's sake don't crow over one plurry Boche. When you've touched three figures we'll celebrate. . . ." He may have been right; but even on his own showing, is there any kiss which is quite like the first? Is there any Hun, who ? Still, possibly the analogy is unfortunate.
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