“Coming,” said Harry's cheerful voice. He appeared on the verandah, endeavouring to cram2 a gigantic apple into his pocket.
“Norah's,” he said, in response to Jim's lifted eyebrows3. “Don't know if she means to eat it in sections or not—it certainly doesn't mean to go into my pocket as it is.” He desisted from his efforts. “Try it in the crown of your hat, old man.”
“Thanks—my hat's got all it knows to hold my brains,” retorted Jim. “You can't take that thing. Here, Norah,” as that damsel appeared on the step, “how do you imagine Harry's going to cart this apple?”
“Quite simple,” said Norah airily. “Cut it in four, and we'll each take a bit.”
“That's the judgment4 of Solomon,” said Wally, who was lying full length on the lawn—recovering, as Jim unkindly suggested, from dinner.
“Well, come along,” Jim said impatiently—“you're an awfully6 hard crowd to get started. We want to reach the falls in fair time, to see the sunlight on them—it's awfully pretty. After about three or four o'clock the trees shade the water, and it's quite ordinary.”
“Just plain, wet water,” murmured Wally. Jim rolled him over and over down the sloping lawn, and then fled, pursued by Wally with dishevelled attire8 and much grass in his mouth. The others followed more steadily9, and all four struck across the paddock to the creek10.
It was a rather hot afternoon, and they were glad to reach the shade of the bank and to follow the cattle track that led close to the water. Great fat bullocks lay about under the huge gum trees, scarcely raising their eyes to glance at the children as they passed; none were eating, all were chewing the cud in lazy contentment. They passed through a smaller paddock where superb sheep dotted the grass—real aristocrats11 these, accustomed to be handled and petted, and to live on the fat of the land—poor grass or rough country food they had never known. Jim and Norah visited some special favourites, and patted them. Harry and Wally admired at a distance.
Norah flushed.
“Never did,” she said shortly, and untruthfully. “Don't know why you can't talk sense, Jim!”—at which that maligned13 youth laughed excessively, until first the other boys, and then Norah, joined in, perforce.
After again climbing over the sheep-proof fence of the smaller paddock they came out upon a wide plain, almost treeless, save for the timber along the creek, where their cattle track still led them. Far as they could see no fence broke the line of yellow grass. There were groups of cattle out on the plain. These were store bullocks, Jim explained, a draft recently arrived from Queensland, and hardly yet acclimatised.
“It takes a good while for them to settle down,” Norah said, “and then lots of 'em get sick—pleuro and things; and we inoculate14 them, and their tails drop off, and sometimes the sick ones get bad-tempered15, and it's quite exciting work mustering16.”
“Dangerous?” asked Wally.
“Not with a pony17 that knows things like Bobs,” said Bobs' mistress. “He always keeps his weather eye open for danger.”
“Not a bad thing, as you certainly don't,” laughed Jim.
“Well—do you?”
“When I leave school, Dad says I can go on the roads with the cattle for one trip,” said Jim. “Be no end of fun—takes ever so long to bring them down from Queensland, and the men have a real good time—travel with a cook, and a covered buggy and pair to bring the tucker and tents along.”
“What'll you be?” asked Wally—“cook?”
“No, slushy,” said Harry.
“No, I'll take you two chaps along in those billets,” grinned Jim.
“I don't know who'd be cook,” said Norah solemnly; “but I don't think the men would be in very good condition at the end of the trip, whichever of you it was!”
With such pleasantries they beguiled19 the way, until, on rounding a bend in the track, a dull roar came plainly to their ears.
“What's that?” asked Wally, stopping to listen.
“That's the falls, my boy,” replied Jim. “They're really quite respectable falls—almost Niagarous! Come along, we'll see them in a couple of minutes.”
The sound of falling water became plainer and plainer as they pushed on. At this point the track was less defined and the scrub thicker—Jim explained that the cattle did not come here much, as there was no drinking-place for them for a good distance below the falls. They might almost have imagined themselves back in the bush near the Hermit's camp, Harry said, as they pushed their way through scrub and undergrowth, many raspberry vines adding variety, if not charm, to the scramble20. The last part of the walk was up bill, and at length they came out upon a clearer patch of ground.
For some time the noise of the falls had deepened, until now it was a loud roar; but the sound had hardly prepared the boys for the sight that met their gaze. High up were rocky cliffs, sparsely21 clothed with vegetation, and through these the creek had cut its way, falling in one sheer mass, fifty feet or more, into the bed below, hollowed out by it during countless22 ages. The water curved over the top of the fall in one exquisite23 wave, smooth as polished marble, but half-way down a point of rock jutted24 suddenly out, and on this the waters dashed and split, flying off from it in a cloud of spray. At the foot the cataract25 roared and bubbled and seethed26 in one boiling mass of rapids.
But the glory of it all was the sunlight. It fell right on the mass of descending27 water; and in the rays the fall glittered and flashed with all the colours of the rainbow, and the flying spray was like powdered jewels. It caught the drops hanging on the ferns that fringed the water, and turned them into twinkling diamonds. The whole fall seemed to be alive in the sunbeams' dancing light.
“Oh-h, I say,” whispered Harry. “Fancy never showing us this before!” He cast himself on the ground and lay, chin in hands, gazing at the wonder before him.
“We kept it to the last,” said Norah softly. She sat down by him and the others followed their example.
“Just think,” said Harry, “that old creek's been doing that ever since time began—every day the sun comes to take his share at lighting28 it up, long before we were born, and ages after we shall die! Doesn't it make you feel small!”
Norah nodded understandingly. “I saw it once by moonlight,” she said. “Dad and I rode here one night—full moon. Oh, it was lovely! Not like this, of course, because there wasn't any colour—but a beautiful white, clean light, and the fall was like a sheet of silver.”
“Did you ever throw anything over?” asked Wally. His wonderment was subsiding29 and the boy in him woke up again.
“No good,” said Jim. “You never see it again. I've thrown a stick in up above, and it simply whisks over and gets sucked underneath30 the curtain of water at once, and disappears altogether until it reaches the smooth water, ever so far down.”
“Say you went over yourself?”
“Wouldn't be much left of you,” Jim answered, with a laugh. “The bed of the creek's simply full of rocks—you can see a spike31 sticking up here and there in the rapids. We've seen sheep come down in flood-time—they get battered32 to bits. I don't think I'll try any experiments, thank you, young Wally.”
“You always were a disobliging critter,” Wally grinned.
“Another time a canoe came over,” Jim said. “It belonged to two chaps farther up—they'd just built it, and were out for the first time, and got down too near the falls. They didn't know much about managing their craft, and when the suck of the water began to take them along they couldn't get out of the current. They went faster and faster, struggling to paddle against the stream, instead of getting out at an angle and making for the bank—which they might have done. At last they could hear the roar of the falls quite plainly.”
“What happened to them?” asked Wally. “Did they go over?”
“Well, they reckoned it wasn't healthy to remain in the canoe,” said Jim. “It was simply spinning along in the current, and the falls were almost in sight. So they dived in, on opposite sides—the blessed canoe nearly tipped over when they stood up, and only the shock of the cross drive kept her right. Of course the creek's not so very wide, even farther up beyond the falls, and the force of their spring sent them nearly out of the current. They could both swim well, and after a struggle they got to the banks, just in time to see the canoe whisk over the waterfall!”
“What hard luck!”
“It was rather. They started off down-stream to find it, but for a long way they couldn't see a trace. Then, right in the calm water, ever so far down, they found it—bit by bit. It was broken into so much matchwood!”
“What did they do?” asked Wally.
“Stood and stared at it from opposite sides, like two wet images,” said Jim, laughing. “It's lowdown to grin, I suppose, but they must have looked funny. Then one of them swam across and they made their way to our place, and we fixed33 them up with dry things and drove them home. I don't think they've gone in for canoeing since!” finished Jim reflectively.
“Well, I guess it would discourage them a bit,” Wally agreed. “Getting shipwrecked's no fun.”
“Ever tried it?”
“Once—in Albert Park Lagoon,” Wally admitted bashfully. “Some of us went out for a sail one Saturday afternoon. We didn't know much about it, and I really don't know what it was that tipped the old boat over. I was the smallest, so naturally I wasn't having any say in managing her.”
“That accounts for it,” said Jim dryly.
“Didn't mean that—goat!” said Wally. “Anyhow, I was very much astonished to find myself suddenly kicking in the mud. Ever been in that lake? It isn't nice. It isn't deep enough to drown you, but the mud is a caution. I got it all over me—face and all!”
“You must have looked your best!” said Jim.
“I did. I managed to stand up, very much amazed to find I wasn't drowned. Two of the others walked out! I was too small to do more than just manage to keep upright. The water was round my chest. I couldn't have walked a yard.”
“How did you manage?”
“A boat came along and picked up the survivors,” grinned Wally. “They wouldn't take us in. We were just caked with mud, so I don't blame 'em—but we hung on to the stern, and they towed us to the shore. We were quite close to land. Then they went back and brought our boat to us. They were jolly kind chaps—didn't seem to mind any trouble.”
“You don't seem to have minded it, either,” said Norah.
“We were too busy laughing,” Wally said. “You have to expect these things when you go in for a life on the ocean wave. The worst part of it came afterwards, when we went home. That was really unpleasant. I was staying at my aunt's in Toorak.”
“Did you get into a row?”
“It was unpleasant,” Wally repeated. “Aunts haven't much sympathy, you know. They don't like mess, and I was no end messy. We won't talk about it, I think, thank you.” Wally rolled over on his back, produced an apple and bit into it solemnly.
“Let us respect his silence,” said Jim.
“You had aunts too?” queried Wally, with his mouth full.
“Not exactly aunts,” Jim said. “But we had an old Tartar of a housekeeper34 once, when we were small kids. She ruled us with a rod of iron for about six months, and Norah and I could hardly call our souls our own. Father used to be a good deal away and Mrs. Lister could do pretty well as she liked.”
“I don't wonder,” replied Jim. “You certainly were a downtrodden little nipper as ever was. D'you remember the time we went canoeing in the flood on your old p'rambulator?”
“Not likely to forget it.”
“What was it?” Wally asked. “Tell us, Jim.”
“Well, I like that,” said Norah, in great indignation. “It was yours first!”
“Never said it wasn't,” said Jim somewhat abashed37 by the laughter that ensued. “But that was ages ago. It was yours at this time, anyhow. But only the lower storey was left—just the floor of the pram on three wheels. Norah used to sit on this thing and push herself along with two sticks, like rowing on dry land.”
“It was no end of fun,” said Norah. “You could go!”
“You could,” grinned Jim. “I'll never forget the day I saw you start from the top of the hill near the house. The pram got a rate on of a mile a minute, and the sticks weren't needed. About half-way down it struck a root, and turned three double somersaults in the air. I don't know how many Norah turned—but when Dad and I got to the spot she was sitting on a thick mat of grass, laughing like one o'clock, and the pram was about half a mile away on the flat with its wheels in the air! We quite reckoned you were killed.”
“Yes, and Dad made me promise not to go down that hill again,” said Norah ruefully. “It was a horrid38 nuisance!”
“Well, there was a flood,” said Jim. “Not very much of a one. We'd had a good bit of rain, and the water-hole in the home paddock overflowed39 and covered all the flat about two feet deep. At first it was a bit too deep for Norah and her wheeled boat, but when it went down a bit she set off voyaging. She did look a rum little figure, out in the middle of the water, pushing herself along with her two sticks! Mrs. Lister didn't approve of it, but as Dad had given her leave, the housekeeper couldn't stop her.”
“Just so!” said Jim. “Well, you know, I used to poke40 fun at Norah and this thing. But one day I had gone down to the water's edge, and she came up on it, poling herself through the water at a great rate, and it occurred to me it didn't look half bad fun. So I suggested a turn myself.”
“You said, 'Here, kid, let's have that thing for a bit,'” said Norah firmly.
“Then?” asked Harry.
“He got on. I said, 'Jim, dear, pray be careful about the holes, and let me tell you where they are!'”
“I'm sure you did!” grinned Wally.
“And he said, 'If a kid like you can keep out of holes, I guess I can!'”
“I'm sure he did!” said Wally.
“Yes. So he set off. Now I had been over that flat so often in dry weather that I knew every bit of it. But Jim didn't. He went off as hard as he could, and got on very well for a little bit—”
“This is the part that is best for me to tell,” said Norah solemnly. “Then he turned suddenly, so suddenly I hadn't time to do more than yell a warning, which he didn't hear—and the next minute the side wheels of the pram went over the edge of a hole, and the thing turned upside down upon poor old Jimmy!”
“How lovely!” said Wally, kicking with delight. “Well, and what happened?”
“Oh, Jim can tell you now,” laughed Norah. “I wasn't under the water!”
“I was!” said Jim. “The blessed old pram turned clean over and cast me bodily into a hole. That was all I knew—until I tried to get out, and found the pram had come, too, and was right on top of me—and do you think I could move that blessed thing?”
“Well?”
“In came Norah,” said Jim. “(I'll take it out of you now, my girl!) She realised at once what had happened and waded43 in from the bank and pulled the old pram off her poor little brother! I came up, spluttering, to see Norah, looking very white, just preparing to dive in after me!”
“You never saw such a drowned rat!” said Norah, taking up the tale. “Soaked—and muddy—and very cross! And the first thing he did was to abuse my poor old wheely-boat!”
“Well—wouldn't you?” Jim laughed. “Had to abuse something! Anyhow, we righted her and Norah waded farther in after the sticks, which had floated peacefully away, and we pulled the wheely-boat ashore44. Then we roared laughing at each other. I certainly was a drowned rat, but Norah wasn't much better, as she'd slipped nearly into the hole herself, in pulling the pram off me. But when we'd laughed, the first thought was—'How are we going to dodge45 Mrs. Lister!' It was a nasty problem!”
“What did you do?”
“Well, after consultation46 we got up near the house, planting the pram in some trees. We dodged47 through the shrubbery until we reached that old summer-house, and there I left Norah and scooted over to the stables, and borrowed an overcoat belonging to a boy we had working and a pair of his boots. Dad was away, or I might have gone straight to him. I put on the borrowed things over my wet togs (and very nice I looked!) and trotted48 off to the side of the house. No one seemed about, so I slipped into my room through the window and then into Norah's, and got a bundle of clothes, and back I scooted to the summer-house, left Norah's things there, and found a dressing-room for myself among some shrubs49 close by.
“Well, do you know, that old cat, Mrs. Lister, had seen us all the time? She'd actually spotted50 us coming up the paddock, dripping, and had deliberately51 planted herself to see what we'd do. She knew all about my expedition after clothes; then she followed us to the shrubbery, and descended52 upon us like an avalanche53, just as we got half-dressed!”
“'May I ask what you naughty little children are doing?' she said.
“Well, you know, that put my back up a bit—'cause I was nearly twelve, and Dad didn't make a little kid of me. However, I tried to keep civil, and tell her what had happened; but she told me to hold my tongue. She grabbed Norah by the shoulder, and called her all the names under the sun, and shook her. Then she said, 'You'll come to bed at once, miss!' and caught hold of her wrist to drag her in.
“Now Norah had sprained54 her wrist not long before, and she had to be a bit careful of it. We all knew that. She didn't cry out when Mrs. Lister jerked her wrist, but I saw her turn white, and knew it was the bad one.”
“So he chucked himself on top of old Mrs. Lister, and pounded her as hard as he could,” put in Norah, “and she was so astonished she let me go. She turned her attention to Jim then, and gave him a terrible whack55 over the head that sent him flying. And just then we heard a voice that was so angry we hardly recognised it for Dad's, saying—
“'What is this all about?'”
“My word, we were glad to see Dad!” said Jim. “He came over and put his arm round Norah—poor little kid. Mrs. Lister had screwed her wrist till it was worse than ever it had been, and she was as white as a sheet. Dad helped her on with her clothes. All the time Mrs. Lister was pouring out a flood of eloquence56 against us, and was nearly black in the face with rage. Dad took no notice until Norah was dressed. Then he said, 'Come to me in the study in twenty minutes,' and he picked Norah up and carried her inside, where he dosed her, and fixed up her wrist. I put on my clothes and followed them.
“Norah and I never said anything until Mrs. Lister had told her story, which was a fine production, little truth, and three parts awful crams57. Then Dad asked for our side, and we just told him. He knew we never told lies, and he believed us, and we told him some other things Mrs. Lister used to do to us in the way of bullying58 and spite. I don't know that Dad needed them, because Norah's wrist spoke59 louder than fifty tales, and he didn't need any more evidence, though after all, she might have grabbed the bad wrist by mistake, and she had done far worse things on purpose. But the end of it was, Mrs. Lister departed that night, and Norah and I danced a polka in the hall when we heard the buggy drive off.”
“That being the case,” said Norah gravely, “we'll all have an apple.”
The apples were produced and discussed, and then it was time to think of home, for the sun had long since left the glistening60 surface of the falls. So they gathered themselves up, and reluctantly enough left the beautiful scene behind them, with many a backward look.
The way home was rather silent. The shadow of the boys' departure was over them all, and Norah especially felt the weight of approaching loneliness. With Dad at home it would have been easier to let the boys go, but the prospect61 of several days by herself, with only the servants for company, was not a very comforting one. Norah wished dismally63 that she had been born a boy, with the prospect of a journey, and mates, and school, and “no end of larks64.” Then she thought of Dad, and though still dismal62, unwished the wish, and was content to remain a girl.
There was a little excitement on the homeward trip over a snake, which tried to slip away unseen through the grass, and when it found itself surrounded by enemies, coiled itself round Harry's leg, a proceeding65 very painful to that youth, who nevertheless stood like a statue while Jim dodged about for a chance to strike at the wildly waving head. He got it at last, and while the reptile66 writhed67 in very natural annoyance68, Harry managed to get free, and soon put a respectful distance between himself and his too-affectionate acquaintance. Jim finished up the snake, and they resumed the track, keeping a careful look-out, and imagining another in every rustle69.
“Well done, old Harry!” said Wally. “Stood like a statue, you did!”
“Thanks!” said Harry. “Jim's the chap to say 'Well done' to, I think.”
“Not me,” said Jim. “Easy enough to try to kill the brute70. I'd rather do that than feel him round my leg, where I couldn't get at him.”
“Well, I think I would, too,” Harry said, laughing. “I never felt such a desire to stampede in my life.”
“It was beastly,” affirmed Norah. She was a little pale. “It seemed about an hour before he poked71 his horrid head out and let Jim get a whack at it. But you didn't lose much time, then, Jimmy!”
“Could he have bitten through the leg of your pants?” queried Wally, with interest.
“He couldn't have sent all the venom72 through, I think,” Jim replied. “But enough would have gone to make a very sick little Harry.”
“It'd be an interesting experiment, no doubt,” said Harry. “But, if you don't mind, I'll leave it for someone else to try. I'd recommend a wooden-legged man as the experimenter. He'd feel much more at his ease while the snake was trying how much venom he could get through a pant leg!”
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