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N board the swift coastal3 steamer Eidermere, as she cuts through the tepid5 waters of the Molle passage with her knife-like stem, on her way to the northern Queensland ports. The coral-reef-sheltered expanse of waters is quite oily in appearance, perfectly6 calm is its mother-of-pearl surface, which, crimson7, blue, and yellow with evening tints8, reflects a perfect topsy-turvy picture of the purple, pine-covered, pointed9 islets and grand, shadowy hills of the mainland, that make this spot the most charming point upon the Australian coast.
There is really no excuse for even the most susceptible10 sufferer from mal de mer on board to remain below. Consequently the whole “contingent” of passengers, saloon and steerage, are lolling about on deck in various easy attitudes, enjoying the ever-changing beauties of the glorious sunset picture before them, and revelling11 in the comparative coolness of the hour.
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On the raised “first-class” end of the vessel12 the usual specimens13 of humanity one always sees on board a passenger-steamer, in whatever part of the world you travel, are present. The over-dressed, noisy bagmen of wine and spirit houses are there; the quiet, canny14 representative of a pushing “Glascy” soft-goods manufacturer; two or three Jewish mine-owners; a sprinkling of Scotch15 storekeepers; an Irish doctor; a German innkeeper; and a select circle of long-limbed members of those upper circles who belong to the genus termed in Australian parlance16 “silver-tailed,” in distinction to the “copper-tailed” democratic classes.
Here a thin-faced clergyman, on the way to his missionary17 labours amongst the Papuans, stands by his fresh, young Victorian wife, pointing out to her the various “outward and visible signs” that they have at last entered the tropics, as the trembling screw hurries them past lazy-looking turtles, long rows of alg? seed, and occasional broken branches of mangrove19 and pandanus.
Over there the courteous20 captain of the ship, dressed in spotless linen21 suit, is pointing out to a lady passenger “the identical spot on that particular island, my dear madam, on the dark red rocks that lift themselves out of the deep water, where Captain Cook landed in 1770.” The gallant23 skipper, who is a well-known antiquary and geologist24, proceeds to promise he will some day show his fair friend—who, by-the-bye, does not appear very interested—the cairn erected25 by the same wonderful navigator near Cooktown, and lately discovered by himself.
Down near the forecabin a few greasy27-looking 117 stewards28 are dawdling29 over the job of emptying overboard sundry30 trayfuls of débris from the saloon tea table, enjoying meanwhile the fresh air, ere the “boss” shall call them back into the stuffy31 atmosphere of their principal sphere of labours.
“Golly!” says a small boy to one of these marine32 waiters, as the former stands on tiptoe to look over the bulwarks33, “Golly! but them kiddies round the news office, guess they’d give ’alf of their papers fur that lot o’ grub you chucks away, mister.”
Without waiting to see if his remark is understood or even noticed, Don—for it is Claude’s little friend—dives down, and, seizing a fat brown puppy that is lolling against his legs, lifts it up to see “them gooses” that are skimming past the ship. Above the group, on the saloon deck, is Claude, leaning against one of the boats, and trying to listen to a dark, elderly man, dressed in a “slop”-made grey suit and soft felt hat, as he spins him a yarn34 of the Palmer diggings, commencing,—
Claude, to tell the truth, is neither interested in the tale nor the scenery; and when the former is finished, and the historian has been dragged off to take a hand at “cut-throat” euchre, our young friend relapses into a reverie.
Eager as he was to follow out the instructions of his dead uncle until the steamer reached Brisbane, he cannot disguise from himself the fact that since that day his enthusiasm has greatly cooled. Something happened during the few hours he spent on shore in the capital of Queensland which has disturbed his set 118 purposes considerably37. Struggle as he may, he feels a longing38 he can hardly understand to return to Morecombe Bay,—a mysterious tugging39 at his heart strings40 that grows stronger as the steamer rattles42 its way northwards. Any lady readers who may honour these pages with their perusal43 will already have guessed correctly that young Angland has been attacked with the same sort of complaint that caused sorrowful young Werther to make such an egregious44 stupid of himself in G?ethe’s marvellous histoirette.
A pretty girl has flattered his vanity by apparently45 particularly admiring him, and, man-like, he cannot help feeling that she shows a sense above all other girls in so doing. The birth of love in man is generally after this fashion. True admiration46, whether signalled by word or smile, is the expression of adoration47 by an inferior to a superior being. And as man’s hereditary48 instincts teach him unconsciously to wish to succour and protect the weaker of his immediate49 species,—for it is probably owing greatly to this desire that the human race has worried its way along to the front seat in creation,—the usual predilection50 strong men (physically or otherwise) have for mating with weak women, and vice51 versa, is easily explained.
So Claude develops at first a simple desire to shield this forlorn maiden52. He feels somehow that she must be forlorn, although he does not,—and he feels ashamed to own it, even to himself,—he does not even know her name. She may be engaged to marry a man who will not appreciate her. What a sickening feeling comes over him at the thought. What a pity the days of the duello are over, and all that kind of thing. Surely she could never have looked into anybody’s soul before,119 as she did into his, with those deep blue orbs,—those eyes that have floated before him day and night since his little Brisbane adventure; her little dimpled face, flushed with excitement and pretty pursed-lipped anger, as he first saw it; or that angel look of mute entreaty54 as those glorious eyes shot burning arrows into his brain as he turned to her assistance, that would have spurred him to any rashness, much less knocking down a clumsy lout55 of a drayman. Yes, permanently56 nailed upon the wall of his mind’s photographic studio is the sunlit picture of the neatly57 dressed petite figure, with the halo of golden hair, that held out a tiny, faultlessly-gloved hand to him as she said good-bye, and, thanking him for his service, left him half-stupefied with a last glance of those glorious eyes.
This is Claude’s first affair, and one must not be too hard on him. Some men take love easily, as others do the measles58. Some young fellows, on the contrary, have their best natures all over one grand eruption59, which leaves their soul’s cuticle60 marked for ever, for good or bad, as the circumstances of the case direct. But really the spooney season is a more important time in a young man’s life than it is generally considered. For there is little doubt that men (who have “felt the pain”) look at womankind during the remainder of their lives through spectacles that are coloured rosy61 or grey, according to their happy or miserable62 experiences of “the sex,” as represented by the particular cause of their première grande passion. But instead of stating our own opinions upon a matter that every healthy subject diagnoses for himself or herself in his or her own way, we had better proceed120 to state at once that Claude had been “hard hit,” and that the “pleasing punishment” was given under the following circumstances.
On the afternoon of the S.S. Eidermere’s arrival at Brisbane, where she had to stay a few hours, Claude landed, and proceeded townwards from the region of great, busy wharves63, behind which noisy steam-cranes were rattling64 and puffing65 at the cargoes66 of sundry vessels67. At the gates of the steam-ship’s company’s yard the usual crowd, that always congregates68 in similar places to prey69 upon the freshly-arrived and perhaps sea-sick passengers, was there in force. Porters, cabmen, van-drivers, runners, and nondescript loafers of various sorts jostled each other and fought for the luggage of the travellers. Pushing his way through these, he soon found himself in the comparatively quiet neighbourhood of the public gardens, and was just about to enter them when he heard a great “how d’ye do” close at hand. This was occasioned by the dusty scuffling of two dogs, one of which was shrieking70 as only a small dog can shriek71 when in fear of immediate disintegration72 at the hands, or rather teeth, of a larger canine73 animal. Above all rose hoarse74 yells of delight from a circle of the city’s gamin who were enjoying the scene. Claude would have proceeded on his way, after turning his head to ascertain75 the cause of the uproar76, but for a sight that attracted his sudden attention.
The small dog evidently belonged to a young lady, who, alone and unprotected amongst the crowd of roughs, was courageously77 but injudiciously trying to save her tiny four-footed dependent by beating the big dog with her parasol. Hurrying up to her assistance, 121 Angland saw a burly, red-faced man, apparently the owner of the large animal, step forward and roughly snatch the fair one’s weapon of attack from her vigorous little hands, giving vent53 to his indignant feelings at the same time by expressing his intentions of “seein’ fair play,” and “lettin’ no blessed gal22 hurt ’is dawg.” Claude just saw the little figure with clasped hands, and heard the faltering78 appeal for help to the brutal79 bystanders, as he burst through the crowd. To him, accustomed to wild-boar hunting in the dark Hunua ranges near his home, the job of making a fierce pig-dog “take off” from its quarry80 had often been an every-day occurrence when training his canine hunters. It was comparatively an easy work to choke the big, over-fed cur, and make it let go its hold of the little ball of palpitating floss beneath it in the dust. To give the large dog a sounding kick that lifted it half-a-dozen yards away, whence it slunk off homewards, was the next act; and the whole thing was done ere the disappearing mongrel’s master could recover from his open-mouthed surprise. Claude was stooping to pick up the young lady’s dishevelled pet, when he saw the red-faced man “coming for him,” and was just in time to receive that gentleman’s most prominent features upon his own large and rather bony left fist. Angland knew that in a row with those modern mohocks, Australian larrikins, you must “hit to kill,” as Dick, his old home chum and “tutor in pugilism,” used to call it. So, following his defensive81 blow with one of attack, he instantly brought his right fist forward, so as to knock loudly on that thinner portion of his adversary’s skull82 which is situated83 just above the approximation of the jaw84 and ear, 122 dropping him as neatly as the proverbial bullock. The crowd of roughs around, who would have half-killed and afterwards robbed our hero if he had been worsted in the encounter, drew back on seeing the big man fall, and respectfully made way for Claude, as, holding the little dog in his arms, he escorted the lady to whom he had been thus curiously86 introduced into the gardens, where she sank trembling on one of the seats.
“Oh, how good of you! How brave of you! I can’t thank you enough! Oh, I didn’t know what to do! Poor Fluffy87, you’re not hurt much, my darling, are you?” (this to the dog). “You know I’d just landed from the ferry-boat, and I wanted to go to the post-office; and I’m always afraid of those horrible men and their nasty dogs when I come over. Poor little doggie,” as the worsted ball of a creature continues to wail88 softly. “How can I thank you!” And all the while the sweet little smiles, that were impartially89 divided between the dog and the man, were working a state of havoc90 in Claude’s heart, the completeness of which even the larrikins could hardly have imitated upon the young man’s body.
If the young lady had been plain, or even a little less enchanting91, Claude would probably have found out a good deal about her in no time. But the bright little maiden, with the golden hair and dark, melting eyes, bewildered him with suppressed emotion, and when she prayed that he wouldn’t think her ungrateful if she said he mustn’t come with her further than the post-office, and then when they arrived there tripped off, after giving his hand a timorous92 little pressure with her tiny fingers, he felt as if he had just 123 learned what heaven was and had lost all chance of it for ever.
He was inclined to rush madly after her and ask sundry questions, but by the time his thoughts had arranged themselves for action, his goddess had disappeared, and a white-shako’d policeman was watching him suspiciously with gin-and-watery eyes, as a possible slightly inebriated93 stranger whom he could drag to durance vile94.
So Claude walked vaguely95 about the town (noticing nothing of it), vainly hoping all the while to see her once more, and, barely catching96 his boat, became surly for the rest of the evening.
“Turning in” early, he dreamed a lot of kaleidoscopic97 nonsense about fighting red-faced men with small-gloved hands, who changed into laughing-eyed girls and scraggy clogs98 by turns, and finally burst into pieces, looking like minute larrikins, with a noise resembling the rattling of the rudder-chains, whose jangle overhead awoke him every morning.
And this was how it came about that our young friend wasted his time and opportunities of learning about the wonderful land he was approaching from his fellow-passengers, and remained for a few days in an almost perpetual state of reverie, consisting of alternate pleasing remembrances and self-objurgations at not having ascertained99 “her” name. His “maiden meditations,” however, daily became fewer and farther between, and the particular one that cost him the loss of his mate’s yarn, and most of the lovely scenery that lies between Whitsunday Island and the mainland, was abruptly100 brought to a close by the Irish doctor aforesaid, who, having been a quondam associate of124 Claude in New Zealand, came to re-open a subject of conversation between them that had interested our hero considerably before the Brisbane catastrophe102.
“Well, me boy, is it brooding over the mimery of the dusky daughters of fair Ohinemuri ye’ve left far behind you in far Zealandia, you are, or has some Australian rose
“Put your ring on her finger
And hers through your nose”?
And the gay, dapper little Dublin licentiate winds up his bit of good-natured banter103 with a piece of impromptu104 verse, as he seats himself by Claude’s side.
Why is it that Irish doctors are, as a class, the most fascinating of men? Is it because in addition to their attractive mother wit and natural kindness of heart, their glorious profession makes them also better judges of mankind than the ordinary outside barbarian105, by teaching them the “why” of human sayings and doings, where every-day folk only observe the “how”? We don’t know. But at any rate, Dr. Junelle, as a representative of the class, was just the right man in the right place to charm Claude out of his moody106 thoughts.
Noticing immediately, with quick medical eye, from the slight flush of confusion that rises on Claude’s face, that his carelessly thrown conversational107 fly has hooked the real cause of the young man’s thoughts, he proceeds to cover his mistake by plunging108 at once into the theme that he knows will interest his friend. Dr. Junelle has travelled through a great deal of the little-known and less-populated districts of Australia125 called generally the “outside” country. Whilst moving amongst the frontier settlers of these parts, as the medical referee109 of one of the great assurance associations, he had ample opportunity for studying the effect of some of the wildest forms of bush-life upon the human mind and body, and has made an especial study of hereditary characters developed by the offspring of Australian backwoodsmen.
“I’ve got a bit of news for you, my dear fellow,” he continues; “in troth, that’s the reason I’m after bothering you this minute. Did you happen to notice that tall young fellow who joined us at Mackay? Sure it’s himself that’s standing110 there with his swately embroidered111 forage-cap stuck on the north-east end of his face, wid a military air an’ no mistake. You did, eh? Well, and he’s an officer in the Corps112 I was telling you about. I’ll introduce you by-and-by, if it’s to your liking113. He’ll be glad to give my Royal Geologist here any information he can, but don’t you go indulging in any of the caustic114 remarks about his profession that you did to me when I told you some of my experiences of the work of the Black Police. No, cushna machree, remember the swate little Irish melody, ‘Tha ma machulla’s na foscal me,’ which, being translated literally115, means nothing at all but ‘I’m ashlape and moinde ye don’t thread on me tail.’ For it’s myself that knows what power and influence these same gentlemen have in the north, and our friend over there would pay any grudge116 he had against you on your humble117 servant, that’s me. Now it’s live and let live, say I, although I am a doctor, and I’m after making a fortune as soon as ever I can, me boy, and then, hey! for the bosky dells of scrumptuous126 New Zealand, and divil a bit I’ll pine any longer in this confounded tropical climate.”
“Well, doctor,” answered Claude, laughing, “I’ll be just real glad, as our American friends say, to have a chat with the hero of a hundred fights over there, and I’ll promise I won’t offend him. I don’t expect all these inspectors119 are the savage120, Nero-like demons121 you and Williams make out. He looks quiet enough, in all conscience. By-the-bye, do you really mean to settle down in our tight little island of the south some day or other?”
“You can lay your last dime122 on that, me boy, an’ sure I won’t be long before I’m there, if the spalpeens don’t spoil me honest fields of labour for a year or two by going in for those cursed Saxon innovations that no medical man with an honest pride in the rights of his profession likes to see about him,—drainage and temperance. But, nonsense aside, just to show you that ‘it’s the truth I’m telling you’ when I say the officers of the Black Police,—or Native Mounted Police, as the Corps is officially termed,—that these fellows hold a good deal of social power up north, I’ll spin you a yarn if you’ll promise you’ll not go off to sleep. It’s all about a quandary123 a friend of mine—a Dublin man—was put in, and how he had to knock under to the powerfully persuasive124 police of his district.
“At a mining township not far from that ‘rocky road to Dublin’ you will have to follow, I expect, on your way up-country, there used to be a lot of natives employed about the houses of the miners. There were ‘batteries,’ or something of the kind, in the place that employed a lot of men, and some twenty natives used to come into town every morning and work as hewers 127 of wood and drawers of water for the miners’ wives. These niggers were as quiet and well-behaved as any in the colony, barring one I’ve got at home myself, who’s always up to some divilmint. And they were all as well-known as the bodagh on me father’s own estate, which, botheration! was left to me uncle instead when me gran’father died. Now one day—all this happened about five years ago—an inspector118 of Black Police rides up to the town, all alone but for his regiment125 of ‘black boys,’ who came up some time after, and, showing a warrant for the arrest of certain blacks for murder of a stockman, asked, as politely as you please, of the townsfolk if they could inform him where these unauthorized vivisectionists were at present to be found. Divil a one of them was known in the place. But the good gentleman wasn’t going to be beaten, and with the admirable zeal101 that had made an inspector of him determined126 not to return home with hands full of nothing. So my noble sends his ‘boys’ round the township, and they catch all the aboriginals128 who haven’t run away the moment they saw the red-and-blue uniforms, and these were three or four ‘buck’ niggers, a very old chap, some native women, and a child or two. All these, mind you, Angland, were as well-known, and better, than the Maoris that help you with your maize129 at home.”
“Didn’t the miners object?”
“Yes, they did, but only a few men were about, the rest being at work. Those whites about the place showed the inspector that the natives he’d collared were working in the township at the time of the murder, but it was no good. Unfortunately, the local J.P., who was the owner of the batteries and mines 128 in the vicinity, and had made himself objectionable to the police of the district by doing his best to preserve the natives of the place, was absent, and no one liked to take the responsibility of making a stand against the law in the matter. So the niggers were hauled off. This was bad enough, sure, but the bitter part was to follow. I must stop for a moment to go on to tell you that it’s a divil of a bother to bring home a conviction of murder against an aboriginal127, through some of the judges having decided130 that it is illegal to try a man in a language of which he doesn’t know a single decent word, barring a few swear words he’s heard used by bullockies, and drovers, and the like. So, finding this lion in the path of justice, the artful protectors of the public have hit upon another plan for arriving at the same desired end.”
“What is that?” asks Claude.
“Sure the idea is ‘just grand,’ as my Scotch gardener says, and as easy to carry out as falling off a greasy log, and that’s as nate as it’s convanient. The plan is to let the prisoner have a chance of escaping when taking him to gaol131, and promptly132 perforate him with bullets if he takes it or not.”
“But that wouldn’t work long. Too many witnesses, doctor. Sure to leak out some day.”
“Not at all, me boy. The gentleman in charge, who is so anxious to save the Crown the expense of the trial, it’s just himself that knows what he’s about. His squad133 of ‘boys’ is composed of black fellows from various parts of Australia, who belong to different tribes, or factions134, to tip it a rale Irish simile135. On the top of a downright lovely, natural animosity for each other, which is only restrained by discipline,129 these savages136 wearing the Government livery have been trained to commit every sort of atrocity137 at a word from their ‘Marmie,’ as they call the ‘boss.’ Should a ‘boy’ misbehave himself, turn rusty138 because he receives a flogging, or otherwise fail to please his master, that gentleman doesn’t trouble to rason wid him; he has only to wink139, as you may say, and it’s a case of ‘off wid his head,’ for his black comrades are only too glad to be allowed to steal behind the bocaun of a boy and leave him pulseless, all alone wid himself behind a bush. These ‘boys’ are the only witnesses. But to come home to me story. The prisoners were marched off in an iligent line, or tied to a line, it don’t much matter, and three miles outside the town they were neatly despatched, and left to amuse the crows and ants.”
“But what did the townsfolk do?”
“Oh, they waited till the boss of the place came back, the J.P. I’ve been telling of, and that was the same afternoon. They told him all about it. Holy poker140! there was the divil to pay, an’ no mistake. ‘Dripping mother!’ he cried, ‘I’ve never had a single instance of throuble wid the darkies of the place.’ And then he went on to say, and he was telling the truth, mind ye, that he had been there, off and on, ever since he came, the first white man, to the district. And he told the miners how he feared the retaliation141 of the friends of the murthered creatures, and the consequent vendetta142 warfare143 that would ensue. And then the whole township, headed by the J.P., went out together by themselves, and found the place where the murtherers had left their victims; but divil a bit of them did they diskiver, barring their bodies stuffed130 so full of bullets, I’ve bin26 told, that you couldn’t see them but for the wounds outside.
“Well, a message was presently despatched to the resident magistrate144 of the nearest town.”
“And with what result?” asks Claude.
“Nothing, save but that the artful police thereupon sent some of their ‘boys’ at night, who quietly burned the bodies to prevent identification. Next day the coroner arrives, all dhrookin wid heat, for he’d hurried a bit to oblige the J.P., who was a powerful man and commanded a lot of votes, and, moreover, was a ‘bit of a lad’ when vexed145. Now my friend, the doctor that this tale’s about, was a young man, just commencing practice, at the time, in the next town, and he was sent as an independent man, and one who was family doctor of the gentleman who might get hanged over the matter, to see the bones and identify them as human. Before he left home, however, the Black Police officials ‘got at him.’ ‘You’re a young man in this same district,’ they said, ‘and you’re not the gentleman to be afther taking the part of the black divils against your old friends you’ve just come to live amongst, let alone the fact that you’re our district-surgeon, and the same for the City Police. And isn’t your bread and butter dependent on the squatters and settlers round, who call us to do their dirty work for them and clean off the natives? Divil a one of the same but would shut you out if you interfered147 wid one of us. So, doctor asthor,’ they said in conclusion, ‘see what you can do to help poor Dash out of the mess, for it’s yourself will be called as a truthful148 witness at the inquest.’
“Well, this young friend of mine went and pleaded 131 that he could not tell if the bones were human remains149 or not, and the inquiry150 consequently dropped through.”
“And did the inspector get off scot-free?”
“Well, not quite; ‘though very like it,’ as Mr. Pecksniff used to say. The J.P., as I said, was an influential151 man, and did his best to get the murderers punished. The inspector got sacked till the elections were over, just to keep our J.P. and the newspaper folk quiet. The ‘black boys’ too were brought to trial, but were released on the ground that they could not understand English, although they’d been years in the force, and English was the only medium employed in their conversations with each other, and their instructions and commands were always given in that language.”
“Well, doctor, that incident rather reflects on the judges of the colony. But although I confess I can’t altogether believe that such cruelty and gross miscarriage152 of justice does often happen in Queensland, yet what you say just bears out what Williams, my mining friend, says.
“He was on the Palmer gold-field, before it was the Palmer, you know, and he tells me that the blacks were safe enough to travel amongst till the settlers began to drive them from their water-holes and steal their women. Why, two fellows and himself travelled from Rockhampton to where Cooktown is now without any trouble from the natives, three years before the Palmer broke out.”
“Yes, that’s thrue for ye, but the older school of diggers were a mighty153 different lot to the rough lads that followed them. Many’s the yarn I’ve had with132 the old boys in the accident ward18, for it’s there they open their hearts, as well as their mouths, for their medical attendant to pry154 into. But the species is growing scarce, me bhoy, and one may ask wid the swate poet,—
“‘Why is this glorious creature found,
One only in ten thousand?’”
And here the doctor forsakes155 the light Irish tone he has hitherto assumed, which he calls his “visiting voice,” and calmly settles down to smoke a cigar and answers his old friend’s questions in a prosaic156 English conversation; honouring Claude, as he does but few, by throwing aside, for the nonce, those scintillating157 surroundings of synonyms158 that, like the gay flag at the live end of a lance, are generally employed by the doctor’s countrymen in shielding the true point of their remarks from view. He continues, after a thoughtful pause:—
“After the first prospectors159 came those of whom Burns might have been thinking when he sang,—
“‘Man’s inhumanity to man
“Well, doctor, it’s true I haven’t seen much of miners yet, but the only two I know are of the old school, and they certainly deserve the encomium161 you borrowed from Wordsworth. But, by-the-bye, I wanted to ask you, do you remember that surveyor telling us about the permission given to a man, I forget his name, some years since, by the Queensland government, to shoot any aboriginal he came across, because his family had all been massacred by some 133 tribe whose land they had taken? Was it a fact or a yarn of our friend’s inventive powers?”
“Not a bit of it; true as logic162, and not the only case. Frazer was the man’s name who had the permission given to him. Why, I travelled up here only two years since with a fellow who had a similar sort of ‘license to kill.’ He was going to some part of the Gulf” (of Carpentaria) “to revenge his brother’s death by killing163 all the blacks he might come across. This Frazer went about for years shooting all and every native he could see, ‘station boys,’ warragals, or town blacks,—he was not very particular. It became a kind of mania164 with him; and at last, having killed a favourite boy of some influential squatter146, there was a bit of trouble over it, and he had to leave off further sacrificing to the Manes of his people, except out of the way of newspaper folk.
“I once knew an inspector of police, who’s dead now, who asked my advice professionally about himself. He said that after some years of this man-hunting, he found himself suffering from a growing morbid165 desire to kill everything alive he saw. He was distracted with an idea that haunted him, that he might be unable to restrain himself some day,—‘run amuck’ amongst the townsfolk or his own family; become a new kind of Helene Iegado, in fact.”
“That’s an admirable peg166, doctor, to hang a sensational167 tale on,—a man haunted by the spectre of murder that he has raised himself, and which he fears will some day make him turn his assassin’s knife against his own beloved.”
“Oh, the disease is well-known,—a phase of that called cerebral168 hyper?mia,” continued the doctor;134 “but it is rarer in the more civilized169 countries than elsewhere. I consider the mere4 fact of an educated, civilized man being able to continue to act the part of wholesale170 exterminator171 of human beings, at so much a month, is a prima facie sign of insanity172 of the type Sir Henry Parkes mentioned the other day to a deputation that waited upon him. Wonderful man, Sir Henry, knows everything. Have you seen him?”
“Yes, but what did he say to the deputation? He didn’t call them lunatics to their faces, did he?”
“Not exactly, though he did so in a roundabout way. No, the deputation was composed of a number of good, soft-hearted, but also soft-headed, old fogies, who wanted to obtain a reprieve173 for the late-lamented murderer Hewett. ‘Sir ’Enry,’ as the Bulletin calls him, received them kindly174, but sensibly refused to accede175 to their request, saying, ‘There are few persons save scientific inquirers who are aware of the number of people who take delight in acts of deliberate cruelty.’ I think it is Dr. Marshall Hall, no, it’s Andrew Winter, on ‘Insanity,’ says:—”
“‘It is the sustained departure from the normal condition of mind and mode of life which should suggest a grave suspicion of impending176 insanity. When we find a modest man become boastful, a lover of truth transmitted into an habitual177 liar178, a humane179 individual suddenly become cruel, etc., we may be sure there is mental disturbance180 of a very severe character.’”
“Well, how about our friend over there, doctor? It’s too dark now to look at him, but our young inspector doesn’t seem to me either particularly mad or cruel.”
“No, not yet, Angland, but I’d bet a thrifle, if I had it, that he hates his work. At present he’s only a 135 ‘sub,’ and if he’s wise he’ll not stick to it. No, he’s not got the cruel facial-lines yet on his ‘boyish front.’”
“Whilst you’re on the subject of ‘hatred, murder, and all uncharitableness,’ will you tell me about the hereditary part of the business? Does a child always inherit the bloodthirsty proclivities181 of its parents, say, in the case of the father having been forced by circumstances to become a member of the Black Corps?”
“No, not always. It would be rough on the coming race of young bush-reared Australians if that was the case. But as the history of an animal is the history, to a great degree, of the race to which it belongs, as Darwin says, only he puts it in rather a better way, young humans have generally more or less savage instincts. Dr. Hammond, the great authority upon neurology, declares, in a paper upon the Whitechapel murders, that ‘a desire to kill exists, to a greater or lesser182 extent, in the mind of every human being without exception.’ Now civilization is the counteracting183 force. Parents living in the backwoods of Australia, and accustomed to few of the restraints of civilization and plenty of scenes of slavery and slaughter184, are hardly likely to train their offspring in the paths of gentleness and peace.”
“You think there is more in a child’s associations and home training in determining its character than in its parentage?”
“My experience of children I have seen grow into men certainly points to that conclusion. But it is a somewhat difficult subject on which to gather reliable data, for in nine cases out of ten the child’s parents are inculcating their own ideas of right and 136 wrong into their youngster during the years its expanding brain is most sensitive to permanent impressions. What an ordinary observer might put down to hereditary characteristics of the individual, may thus merely be due to tuition and example.”
“You think the guardians185 of youngsters, then, more responsible for their children’s sins than is generally supposed?”
“Well, the young of well-bred men and animals—I mean by that of parents whose ancestors have long been trained in and for certain purposes and habits—have possibly less inclination186 to revert187 to the original or wild type; but what a lady friend of mine in Auckland said to me once upon a case in point very well expresses my opinions. This lady told me that the mother of Hall called upon her once, bringing the afterward85 notorious poisoner with her, he being then a child. The youngster was a very spoilt child, and made a great disturbance at first; but by-and-by he became quiet, and left the room where the ladies were seated, to the great relief of both of them. Presently, on Mrs. Hall leaving, the two ladies went to look for the boy, and found him sitting on the lawn quietly watching the agonies of my friend’s ‘harmless, necessary cat,’ all of whose paws he had carefully disarticulated with a small axe188. My lady friend in telling me the incident said, ‘I was very shocked, of course, but I can’t say I was very surprised, for he was a thoroughly189 spoilt boy, and allowed to follow his own inclinations190 entirely191; any child almost would become bad and cruel under those circumstances.’ I believe, on the whole, she was right in her reasoning.”
“And does this murdering of natives still go on, 137 doctor? I can’t really get my mind to believe it?”
“Come here, Angland, to the light from the captain’s cabin, and read this.”
The doctor hereupon takes a South Queensland newspaper from his pockets. Claude reads as follows in the Thargomindah Herald192, of date May 30th, 1889:
“(From our Correspondents.)
“THE RECENT MURDER BY BLACKS.
“In connection with the recent murder of Edmund Watson, and the attempted murder of James Evans, by blacks at Pine Tree Station, in the Cook district, it has been ascertained that the weapons used were a knife and axe, which were supplied by a station black boy. The perpetrators were caught next day. Every station on the Peninsula is contributing men to give the blacks a lesson.”
“The perpetrators, who were station-hands, were caught next day, as the telegram says, but I suppose the excuse for the slaughter of the whole tribe will not be missed.”
“Well, they don’t believe in Buddha’s assurance that ‘With mercy and forbearance shalt thou disarm193 every foe194,’ up here, evidently,” says Claude, as the two men descend195 the companion ladder on their way to “turn in.” Down below, an impromptu concert is being given by a cluster of young men round the piano at the end of the saloon, and the performers, who are mostly smoking, turn round constantly for refreshments196 to the interesting collection of bottles and 138 glasses on the table behind them. A grand finale chorus, composed of a conglomeration197 of “Ballyhooly” and “Finnegan’s Wake,” is just coming to a close, and the gifted accompanist, being only six bars behind the leading tenor198, is hurrying up to be “in at the death” when Dr. Junelle’s, entrance is noticed.
A shout of recognition hails his appearance, and he is forthwith hauled off to the piano, where a dozen voices press him to “name his pison.” Having refreshed himself with a foaming199 glass of “Irish Liminade,” he protestingly complies with the loudly expressed desires of the company, and throwing himself into the spirit of the fun around him, as only an Irishman can do, at a moment’s notice, forthwith bursts into melody.
“An’ mind you handle your tongues at the chorus, bhoys, for I’m afther thinkin’ it’s me own will want breathing time betwane the varses, the kays are that sticky wid lime juice and tobacco.”
Striking a few preliminary chords to silence the “bhoys” who are all shouting for different songs, the doctor forthwith “trates” the company to the following thoroughly “up-country” song, well-known in Northern Queensland, which goes to the ancient air of “The King of the Cannibal Islands.”
“THE QUEER WAYS OF AUSTRALIA.
“Dick Briggs, a wealthy farmer’s son,
To England lately took a run,
To see his friends, and have some fun,
For he’d been ten years in Australia.
Arrived in England, off he went
To his native village down in Kent,—
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’Twas there his father drew his rent,
And many happy days he’d spent.
No splendid fine clothes on had he
But ‘jumper ’n boots up to the knee,
With dirty Sydney ‘cabbage-tree,’—
The costume of Australia.
Chorus.
“Now when a fellow takes a run
To England for a bit of fun,
He’s sure to ’stonish every one
With the queer ways of Australia.
“Now Dick went home in this array;
His sister came out, and did say,
‘No, we don’t want anything to-day,’
To her brother from Australia.
Cried he, ‘Oh, don’t you know poor Dick?’
They recognized him precious quick;
The ‘old man’ hugged him like a brick.
And there was feasting there that night,
For Richard was a welcome sight,
For each one hailed with great delight
The wanderer from Australia.
Chorus.
“The blessèd cattle on the farm
Regarded Dick with great alarm;
His swearing acted like a charm
When he gave them a ‘touch’ of Australia.
He could talk ‘bullock’ and ‘no flies,’
And when he bless’d poor Strawb’r’y’s eyes,
She looked at him with great surprise
As out of her he ‘took a rise.’
‘Fie, fie,’ his mother said one day,
‘What naughty, wicked words you say.’
‘Bless you, mother, that’s the way
We wake ’em up in Australia.’
Chorus.
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“Dick went to London for a spree,
And got drunk there, most gloriously;
He gave them a touch of ‘Coo-oo-ee!’
The bush cry of Australia.
He took two ladies to the play,
And said, ‘Now, girls, come fire away.’
They drank till they could drink no more,
And then they both fell on the floor.
Cried Dick, as he surveyed them o’er,
‘You wouldn’t do for Australia.’”
Chorus.
Several other songs followed, and during the interval202 Claude makes the acquaintance of the young sub-inspector of police. He appears to be a particularly obliging kind of individual, although a little “stand-offish” till Angland explains his present position, when, as the doctor and Mr. Winze had both predicted, the words “Royal and Imperial” once more assisted him in his project. How to get the young officer to speak about his awful profession was the next question. Would he be chary203 about giving any information about it? But before Claude had time to puzzle himself much about arranging a plan of campaign, he was saved the trouble of sapping up carefully to the subject by the sub-inspector himself; for in response to a call for a song, he obliged the company with a “little thing of his own,” illustrative of the prowess of his Corps during a night attack by natives upon a squatter’s head-station. This, as it is a lively bit of poetry, we give in full; it was sung to the air of that best of Whyte-Melville’s hunting songs, “A day’s ride,” 141 having been written in the same metre with that object in view.
“A NIGHT’S RIDE.
“When the evening sun is dying,
And the night winds o’er us sighing,
And the sad-voiced dingoes crying,
Where the dark hill’s shadows lay,
“Then the sounds of horses crashing,
Through the dark bush wildly dashing;
And bounding feet go pulsing past,
Quick beating on their way.
“Then on! blue coat, white shako!
Where black Myalls are howling round
A little force at bay!
“When we reach the station clearing,
And we hear our brothers cheering,
And our rifle-shots shout answer
O’er the yells of fear and pain,
“Knees tightly press our saddles,
As we charge the mass of devils,
Our sabres clear a lane.
“Right and left the black forms reeling,
And our souls fierce pleasure feeling,
As madden’d steeds and whirling blades
Beat down the cursed crew.
“Every foe has fled, and quicker
Than he came, and in the glitter
Of half-burned sheds we gather
By the dark pool’s gloomy side;
“And we pledge the panting horses,
Of the white-ribbed, grinning devils
That have caused our midnight ride.”
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This song ended and the vocalists dispersing206, Claude ventures to ask the singer, “as a stranger in a strange land,” what the Corps may be and what its duties. He finds that so far from the young officer being ashamed of his profession, he evidently feels proud of his position in the Black Police. The conversation is continued next day, and before Claude says good-bye he discovers that the doctor was right in his surmise207.
“Yes,” the young sub-lieutenant once said to him, when they had become somewhat confidential208, “there is a good deal about the work I don’t like. The worst part is the terrible anxiety lest any one owing me a grudge should go in for proving a case against me. It is not a pleasant feeling, the noose-round-your-neck idea one has at times. I’m getting used to it, however; but there, I confess I don’t like some of the business.”
He also told Claude a curious little incident about a young “sub,” new in the force, who made a sad mistake in the first report he sent into headquarters, describing a successful “rounding-up” of a party of natives. He used the word “killed” instead of the official “dispersed209” in speaking of the unfortunate natives left hors de combat on the field. The report was returned to him for correction in company with a severe reprimand for his careless wording of the same. The “sub,” being rather a wag in his own way as things turned out, corrected his report so that the faulty portion now read as follows: “We successfully surrounded the said party of aborigines and dispersed fifteen, the remainder, some half-dozen, succeeded in escaping.”
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stewards
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