Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 27, 2025
Mick raised his rifle, but Yarloo leaped in front of it. A shot at this time would warn the camp and spoil any chance of success. It was more important to rescue Stobart than to settle a private quarrel. Coiloo cast a look of deadly hatred towards Mick. He longed to hurl one of these slender spears of his at his enemy, and bury the poisonous head deep in the white man's heart.
Stobart did not move, but every muscle of his powerful body gathered itself for the supremest effort of his life. The head of the Hater swayed towards him, back, and then forward again. Then Stobart acted! Like a flash his fist shot out. His body was like a spring suddenly released.
It was still an hour before sunset when Boss Stobart, after giving the cattle a final inspection, was riding back to camp to make a damper and cook a bucket of meat, when he was startled by seeing a boot track. They were in totally uninhabited country, and the sight was just as startling as a naked black-fellow in the middle of Sydney in the busy part of the day would be.
The wandering tracks led to a little clump of mulga trees about a couple of hundred yards away from the water-hole. Suddenly the old stock-horse which the man was riding drew back and snorted with alarm. Something was moving in those trees. Stobart urged the horse on. Just at the edge of the clump of scraggy timber the animal shied again. A man's shirt was lying on the ground.
In this we got away six men, including the two dying ones. Mrs. Stobart was walking about for three hours trying to find anything on wheels to remove us and the wounded. At last we got a motor ambulance, and packed in twenty men that was all it would hold. We told them to go as far as the bridge and send it back for us. It never came. Nothing seemed to come.
The same routine is gone through day after day, and there is not even the relief of meeting new faces, for one's companions are often the only human beings met with during the whole of a trip of many weeks. For the first few days of journeying towards the Musgraves, young Stobart and Vaughan found everything new and intensely interesting.
Saxon Stobart was the son of a famous drover who took huge mobs of cattle across the centre of the continent, and who was noted for his pluck and endurance, and for his skill as a bushman, which enabled him to travel through parts of the country where very few white men have ever been. His son had many of the qualities of mind and body which had made his father such a fine man.
Speared?" asked Stobart. The native looked round stealthily as if afraid of being heard. Then he lowered his voice and whispered: "Neh. Nantu no bin speared. Throat bin cut this way." He poked his finger into his neck at the side of the gullet and made a cutting movement. There was only one man in the tribe who would have done the killing in that way, and Stobart asked: "Doctor-man, eh?"
The Preliminary Discourse prefixed to Sale's Koran; and Professor Palmer's Introduction in S. B. E., vol. vi. Islam, by J. W. H. Stobart, in the "Non-Christian Religious Systems" Series of the S.P.C.K. Der Islam, by Houtsma, in De la Saussaye. Sell, The Faith of Islam, Second Edition, 1896. Margoliouth. Mohammed and the Rise of Islam, 1905.
Only two did so; the rest stayed on. Mrs. Stobart went out to see what was to be done. The Consul said that we were under his protection, and that if the Germans entered the town he would see that we were treated properly. We had a deliberately cheerful supper, and afterwards a man called Smits came in and told us that the Germans had been driven back fifteen kilometres.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking