They spent the remainder of the day in sleep, when they were at last left alone, except by Bill, who seemed to consider himself their companion or custodian1. For Smith was thoroughly2 done up by the journey and starvation. The excitement had been too much for him, and the speculations3 his tired brain indulged as to the origin of an English-speaking white race of savages5, nearly drove him crazy.
Who could they be? The likeliest solution was certainly the one he had struck on. It occurred to him once that they might be the descendants of some lost explorer, such as poor Leichardt, who had taken up with some tribe of black-fellows. But there were very many in the camp obviously without a taint6 of black blood in them. Some would have been as fair as himself if they had not been burnt so intensely by their wild life, and nearly all had big blonde beards, and moustaches which reached to their shoulders.
And so far, whether they had legends as to their origin of not, he had not been able to get them to speak plainly. They had come from "over there" a long time ago, Bill said when pressed; but "over there" was not definite, and though he pointed7 due east, it meant little. He tried once before he fell asleep to find out if Bill understood anything about the sea. Yes, the word was familiar to the man, but it obviously meant nothing more than a lagoon8 or water-hole much bigger than any piece of water he had seen. And when Smith suggested to him that the sea was like the boundless9 plain and without limit, the notion became abstract, and as unintelligible10 as eternity11.
That this was so seemed to dispose of the notion that they were castaways, such as the Pitcairn Islanders might have been if they had reached their island without any implements12 of civilisation13, and had been left to a hand-to-hand fight with a barren land and fierce savages. He fell asleep thinking that he had perhaps discovered a new white race who had learnt English from the lost explorer whom he had once believed their ancestor. But why they should give up their native tongue was an insoluble problem, unless indeed they had regarded the new white man as their superior, and had learnt his language as a quasi-court language fitter for them than their own. And from what period did they date? Obviously, he said, they must have been savages for centuries.
When he woke it was quite dark, save for the light of the camp fire, by which he saw the Baker14 sitting with several of the younger men, some of the boys, and one or two girls. The girl whom they had interrogated15 was on Mandeville's right hand, and the strange party seemed to be enjoying itself thoroughly. For the Baker was singing "Sweet Belle16 Mahone" to them, and the simple melancholy17 of the old air seemed to please them greatly. They tried to join in the chorus, and the Baker's right-hand neighbour caught the air pretty accurately18. Smith advanced to the fire, and was greeted with a "Sit down, mate," which, if he had closed his eyes, would have seemed to emanate19 from any ordinary crowd of miners. But there they were, savage4, hirsute20, wild, and half-clad in untanned skins.
Smith was careful not to sit next to the Baker, for he wished to be as friendly as possible with those who might resent with a gold club any sign of suspicion or aloofness21. He squatted22 amicably23 between two of the men, and held out his hand to the blaze.
"How goes it, matey?" said the Baker.
"Bully," said Smith. "And you?"
"Fust-rate," said the Baker. "I'm all at 'ome, and makin' a regular sing-song. These chaps are a good sort, a bally good sort."
"I should have been dead now but for them," said Smith, and catching24 Bill's eyes shining under his matted forelock.
Bill appealed for his pipe. It was lighted and passed round; the boys and girls each took their turn to splutter and cough over the magical instrument. When it was returned to Smith, he was glad that it was out, for he would have felt obliged to continue smoking without wiping the mouth-piece. As he filled it again he managed to do that furtively25.
"Sing again, Baker," said Bill, showing his teeth. And the Baker began the song of the old convicts:
"I'm off by the morning train
To cross the raging main."
And to the astonishment26 of Smith, they all burst in and joined the Baker, knowing both the air and the words. He sat as if he was turned into stone and could not sing, for his jaw27 had dropped.
But when they came to the lines,
"Doin' the grand in a distant land,
Ten thousand miles away,"
"By all that's holy and unholy, by all the gods and little fishes," said Smith, "I've hit it this time."
The Baker, too, though he did not understand, was so taken aback that he stopped in the middle of the verse, and let the wild crowd thunder through it by themselves.
"'Ello!" he cried, "and 'ow the blazes did you learn that 'ere song?"
"Our fathers sang it," said three or four, wondering at his astonishment.
"And 'ow the deuce did they know it?" asked the Baker.
But that was too much for them. Why did these strangers ask such silly questions? Their journey from their far-off tribe had obviously affected29 their minds.
But just then they heard a cry from across the river, which was answered, apparently30, by a sentinel on the bank, and the crowd deserted31 the fire at once, leaving Smith and the Baker alone. Bill and the other man and the boys took their spears, but without any such haste as would suggest an enemy. And then they heard a wild noise, which sounded strangely like a clamorous32 "hurrah33" repeated angrily.
The women who were in the gunyahs came out, and thronged35 to the edge of the open space on which the camp stood. Presently the throng34 split open, and the fifteen warriors36, who had left the night before under the command of Big Jack37, came through, amidst strange guttural cries and screams of triumph and revenge. The woman whose man had been killed was the only one who did not join in the triumph. She sat moody38 and alone outside her savage hut, in terrible and inconsolable mourning. Her face was scored with the marks of her own nails, and the blood dried on the wounds made her look as if she were tattooed39.
"She is by her gunyah, father," cried the others.
But the Baker clutched Smith's arm.
"What have they got, Smith?" he cried in a thick whisper.
And Smith did not answer; for each one of the party was carrying two heads. And Big Jack came to the woman, and without a word put his terrible trophies41 on the ground in front of her. The next man did the same, and turning, joined Big Jack at the fire. As each burden was put down, a yell arose from the crowd, and when there were thirty grinning heads in one awful pile, they shouted "hurrah" once more.
"D'ye think they ate the rest?" asked the Baker.
But Smith, who felt sick, could not answer that question. How could he tell if these men were cannibals? If they were, what a strange and awful reversion! what a savage satire42 upon the white world of a boasted but vain civilisation!
And meanwhile Big Jack related their experiences.
"We found the Slayer's body, and his wound was made with an Emu's spear. Yesterday we followed their tracks, and caught them by noon. There are none left."
But some of the men were wounded, and the woman attended their hurts. Their chief or captain was not touched. The others told stories of his strength and skill in a strange, mixed dialect, that came to them easiest when excitement stirred them.
Smith and the Baker, who kept rather out of the way until the fervour of the savage welcome was overpast, now came into the crowd about the fire; for Smith was horribly curious to know if they had brought anything else home from their hunting but heads. He was reassured43 when he saw the women cooking fish and a big kangaroo.
"Yet that says nothing," Smith told himself. "They have been away twenty-four hours and more. They may be cannibals when they are pressed. May Fate send them plenty while we are here, if indeed we ever get out."
So, when the feeding was done, he came in again, and sat down by Big Jack.
"You did well to-day," said Smith.
"We killed them all," mumbled45 Jack with gusto: "men, and women, and the children. It is a bad day for the Emus. But the heads we brought were all men's heads."
"May I talk with you?" said Smith; "or are you weary?"
"I am never weary," said the giant. "And I want to talk with you. Who are you? and where do you come from?"
Smith told him.
"Then there are many white men in this land?" asked Big Jack.
"Very many."
"Then why do they not kill all the black-fellows?" asked Jack.
Smith explained to him that the white men had done so as far as they could, until the law stopped them.
"The law!" said Big Jack. "My father's father used to speak of the law. But I never understood it. Tell me what it is."
"The law is a custom which says one man must not kill another except in war. And if he does he is killed, too."
"Who kills him?" asked Big Jack.
"The people who have the power," said Smith, who was rapidly becoming confused.
"Then it is not wrong to kill if you can?" asked Jack.
"Yes it is, unless you are in the right," said poor Smith.
"What is right?" asked Jack.
And then Smith was quite done.
"It seems foolish talk," said Big Jack. "Let us speak of other things. Why did you come here?"
"To look for gold," said Smith.
"Do you want to make clubs with it?" asked Jack.
And when Smith had finished explaining currency, Jack wanted to ask no more.
"The tribe you belong to must all be fools," he said. "Gold is useful to make clubs with and things to boil food in, but who would give me a fish for a little bit of it when he can go out yonder and get all he wants. It is foolish talk. My father's father used to speak of such things, but he was an old man, and very silly."
"Who was your father's father?" asked Smith eagerly.
And the Baker, too, came closer. He had been listening to the talk with his mouth open, for the mystery weighed on him heavily.
"He was an old man, and silly," said Jack, "but he was a good fighter when he was young. And my father says he had killed white men belonging to a tribe over yonder."
He too pointed to the east.
"Where, at Sidney?" asked Smith.
"I do not know," said Jack, who was wearied of the aimless talk. "You can ask my father, who is now an old man, and no good except to talk and eat. And very soon he will die, which will be a good thing, for now he cannot even catch fish."
And Big Jack dismissed Smith with a wave of his huge paw.
As they went to their tree, they saw the widowed woman sitting close to the pile of heads, and talking to them. The Baker shrank away, and got the other side of Smith. They lay down close together.
"Do you know who these people are?" asked Smith.
"Ain't got a notion," said the Baker.
"They are the descendants of convicts escaped a hundred years ago," said Smith.
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savage
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savages
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boundless
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civilisation
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baker
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belle
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accurately
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squatted
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tattooed
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slayer
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