Dot And The Kangaroo......................................................................................................................................1

She was too frightened in fact to cry, but stood in the middle of a little dry, bare space, looking around her at

the scraggy growths of prickly shrubs that had torn her little dress to rags, scratched her bare legs and feet till

they bled, and pricked her hands and arms as she had pushed madly through the bushes, for hours, seeking

her home. Sometimes she looked up to the sky. But little of it could be seen because of the great tall trees that

seemed to her to be trying to reach heaven with their faroff crooked branches. She could see little patches of

blue sky between the tangled tufts of her way in the and was very drooping leaves, and, as the dazzling

sunlight had faded, she began to think it was getting late, and that very soon it would be night.

The thought of being lost and alone in the wild bush at night, took her breath away with fear, and made her

tired little legs tremble under her. She gave up all hope of finding her home, and sat down at the foot of the

biggest blackbutt tree, with her face buried in her hands and knees, and thought of all that had happened, and

It seemed such a long, long time since her mother had told her that she might gather some bush flowers while

she cooked the dinner, and Dot recollected how she was bid not to go out of sight of the cottage. How she

wished now she had remembered this sooner! But whilst she was picking the pretty flowers, a hare suddenly

started at her feet and sprang away into the bush, and she had run after it. When she found that she could not

catch the hare, she discovered that she could no longer see the cottage. After wandering for a while she got

frightened and ran, and ran, little knowing that she was going further away from her home at every step.

Where she was sitting under the blackbutt tree, she was miles away from her father's selection, and it would

be very difficult for anyone to find her. She felt that she was a long way off, and she began to think of what

was happening at home. She remembered how, not very long ago, a neighbour's little boy had been lost, and

how his mother had come to their cottage for help to find him, and that her father had ridden off on the big

bay horse to bring men from all the selections around to help in the search. She remembered their coming

back in the darkness; numbers of strange men she had never seen before. Old men, young men, and boys, all

on their roughcoated horses, and how they came indoors, and what a noise they made all talking together in

their big deep voices. They looked terrible men, so tall and brown and fierce, with their rough bristly beards;

and they all spoke in such funny tones to her, as if they were trying to make their voices small.

During many days, these men came and went, and every time they were more sad, and less noisy. The little

boy's mother used to come and stay, crying, whilst the men were searching the bush for her little son. Then,

one evening, Dot's father came home alone, and both her mother and the little boy's mother went away in a

great hurry. Then, very late, her mother came back crying, and her father sat smoking by the fire looking very

She wondered now if all these rough, big men were riding into the bush to find her, and if, after many days,

they would find her, and no one ever see her again. She seemed to see her mother crying, and her father very

sad, and all the men very solemn. These thoughts made her so miserable that she began to cry herself.

Dot does not know how long she was sobbing in loneliness and fear, with her head on her knees, and with her

little hands cnvering her eyes so as not to see the cruel wild bush in which she was lost. It seemed a long time

before she summoned up courage to uncover her weeping eyes, and look once more at the bare, dry earth, and

the wilderness of scrub and trees that seemed to close her in as if she were in a prison. When she did look up,

she was surprised to see that she was no longer alone. She forgot all her trouble and fear in her astonishment

at seeing a big grey Kangaroo squatting quite close to her, in front of her. What was most surprising was the

fact that the Kangaroo evidently understood that Dot was in trouble, and was sorry for her; for down the

animal's nice soft grey muzzle two tiny little tears were slowly trickling. When Dot looked up at it with

wonder in her round blue eyes, the Kangaroo did not jump away, but remained gazing sympathetically at Dot

with a slightly puzzled air. Suddenly the big animal seemed to have an idea, and it lightly hopped off into the

scrub, where Dot could just see it bobbing up and down as if it were hunting for something. Presently back

came the strange Kangaroo with a spray of berries in her funny black hands. They were pretty berries. Some

were green, some were red, some blue, and others white. Dot was quite glad to take them when the Kangaroo

offered them to her; and as this friendly animal seemed to wish her to eat them, she did so gladly, because she

After she had eaten a few berries a very strange thing happened. While Dot had been alone in the bush it had

all seemed so dreadfully still. There had been no sound but the gentle stir of a light, fitful breeze in the

faraway treetops. All around had been so quiet, that her loneliness had seemed twenty times more lonely.

Now, however, under the influence of these small, sweet berries, Dot was surprised to hear voices

everywhere. At first it seemed like hearing sounds in a dream, they were so faint and distant, but soon the

talking grew nearer and nearer, louder and clearer, until the whole bush seemed filled with talking. They were

all little voices, some indeed quite tiny whispers and squeaks, but they were very numerous, and seemed to be

everywhere. They came from the earth, from the bushes, from the trees, and from the very air. The little girl

looked round to see where they came from, but everything looked just the same. Hundreds of ants, of all

kinds and sizes, were hurrying to their nests; a few lizards were scuttling about amongst the dry twigs and

sparse grasses; there were some grasshoppers, and in the trees birds fluttered to and fro. Then Dot knew that

she was hearing, and understanding, everything that was being said by all the insects and creatures in the

All this time the Kangaroo had been speaking, only Dot had been too surprised to listen. But now the gentle,

soft voice of the kind animal caught her attention, and she found the Kangaroo was in the middle of a speech.

"I understood what was the matter with you at once," she was saying, "for I feel just the same myself. I have

been miserable, like you, ever since I lost my baby kangaroo. You also must have lost something. Tell me

"I've lost my way," said Dot; rather wondering if the Kangaroo would understand her.

"Ah!" said the Kangaroo, quite delighted at her own cleverness, "I knew you had lost something! Isn't it a

dreadful feeling? You feel as if you had no inside, don't you? And you're not inclined to eat anything not

even the youngest grass. I have been like that ever since I lost my baby kangaroo. Now tell me," said the

creature confidentially, "what your way is like, I may be able to find it for you."

Dot found that she must explain what she meant by saying she had "lost her way," and the Kangaroo was

" Well," said she, after listening to the little girl, "that is just like you Humans; you are not fit for this country

at all! Of course, if you have only one home in one place, you must lose it! If you made your home

everywhere and anywhere, it would never be lost. Humans are no good in our bush," she continued. "Just

look at yourself now. How do you compare with a kangaroo? There is your ridiculous sham coat. Well, you

have lost bits of it all the way you have come today, and you're nearly left in your bare skin. Now look at

my coat. I've done ever so much more hopping than you today, and you see I'm none the worse. I wonder

why all your fur grows upon the top of your head," she said reflectively, as she looked curiously at Dot's long

flaxen curls. "It's such a silly place to have one's fur the thickest! You see, we have very little there; for we

don't want our heads made any hotter under the Australian sun. See how much better off you would be, now

that nearly all your sham coat is gone, if that useless fur had been chopped into little, short lengths, and

spread all over your poor bare body. I wonder why you Humans are made so badly," she ended, with a

Dot felt for a moment as if she ought to apologise for being so unfit for the bush, and for having all the fur on

the top of her head. But, somehow, she had an idea that a little girl must be something better than a kangaroo,

although the Kangaroo certainly seemed a very superior person; so she said nothing, but again began to eat

The Kangaroo gently took the spray out of Dot's hand, and threw it away. "You see," she said, "if you eat too

"Yes you can, though," said the Kangaroo, quickly. " If you eat too many of those berries, you'll learn too

much, and that gives you indigestion, and then you become miserable. I don't want you to be miserable any

The mention of finding her way reminded the little girl of her sad position, which, in her wonder at talking

with the Kangaroo, had been quite forgotten for a little while. She became sad again; and seeing how dim the

light was getting, her thoughts went back to her parents. She longed to be with them to be kissed and cuddled,

"Your eyes just now remind me of two fringed violets, with the morning dew on them, or after a shower,"

"I can't help it!" explained the little girl. "What do you do instead?" she asked.

"I always jump to conclusions," said the Kangaroo, and she promptly bounded ten feet at one hop. Lightly

springing back again to her position in front of the child, she added, "and that's why I never have a headache."

"Dear Kangaroo," said Dot, "do you know where I can get some water? I'm very thirsty!"

"Of course you are," said her friend; "everyone is at sundown. I'm thirsty myself. But the nearest waterhole

Little Dot got up with an effort. After her long run and fatigue, she was very stiff, and her little legs were so

The Kangaroo looked at the child compassionately. "Poor little Human," she said, "your legs aren't much

good, and, for the life of me, I don't understand how you can expect to get along without a tail. The

waterhole is a good way off," she added, with a sigh, as she looked down at Dot, lying on the ground, and

she was very puzzled what to do. But suddenly she brightened up. "I have an idea," she said joyfully. "Just

step into my pouch, and I'll hop you down to the waterhole in less time than it takes a locust to shrill."

Timidly and carefully, Dot did the Kangaroo's bidding, and found herself in the cosiest, softest little bag

imaginable. The Kangaroo seemed overjoyed, when Dot was comfortably settled in her pouch. "I feel as if I

had my dear baby kangaroo again!" she exclaimed; and immediately she bounded away through the tangled

scrub, over stones and bushes, over dry watercourses and great fallen trees. A11 Dot felt was a gentle

rocking motion, and a fresh breeze in her face, which made her so cheerful that she sang this song:

If you want to go quick, I will tell you a trick For the bush, where there isn't a train. With a hullabuloo, Hail

a big kangaroo But be sure that your weight she'll sustain Then with hop, and with skip, She will take

you a trip With the speed of the very best steed; And, this is a truth for which I can vouch, There's no carriage

can equal a kangaroo's pouch. Oh! where is a friend so strong and true As a dear big, bounding kangaroo ?

"Good bye! Good bye!" The lizards all cry, Each drying its eyes with its tail. "Adieu! Adieu! Dear kangaroo!"

The scared little grasshoppers wail. "They're going express To a distant address," Says the bandicoot, ready to

scoot; And your path is well cleared for your progress, I vouch, When you ride through the bush in a

kangaroo's pouch. Oh! where is a friend so strong and true As a dear big, bounding kangaroo?

"Away and away!" You will certainly say, "To the end of the furthest blue To the verge of the sky, And

the far hills high, O take me with thee, kangaroo! We will seek for the end, Where the broad plains tend, E'en

as far as the evening star. Why, the end of the world we can reach, I vouch, Dear kangaroo, with me in your

pouch." Oh! where is a friend so strong and true As a dear big, bounding kangaroo?

"THAT is a nice song of yours." said the Kangaroo, "and I like it very much, but please stop singing now, as

we are getting near the waterhole, for it's not etiquette to make a noise near water at sundown."

Dot would have asked why everything must be so quiet; but as she peeped out, she saw that the Kangaroo

was making a very dangerous descent, and she did not like to trouble her friend with questions just then. They

seemed to be going down to a great deep gully that looked almost like a hole in the earth, the depth was so

great, and the hills around came so closely together, The way the Kangaroo was hopping was like going

down the side of a wall. Huge rocks were tumbled about here and there. Some looked as if they would come

rolling down upon them; and others appeared as if a little jolt would send them crashing and tumbling into

the darkness below. Where the Kangaroo found room to land on its feet after each bound puzzled Dot, for

there seemed no foothold anywhere. It all looked so dangerous to the little girl that she shut her eyes, so as

not to see the terrible places they bounded over, or rested on: she felt sure that the Kangaroo must lose her

balance, or hop just a little too far or a little too near, and that they would fall together over the side of that

"I never think," said the Kangaroo, "but I know we shall. This is the easiest way. If I went through the thick

bush on the other side, I should stand a chance of running my head against a tree at every leap, unless I got a

stiff neck with holding my head on one side looking out of one eye all the time. My nose gets in the way

when I look straight in front," she explained. "Don't be afraid," she continued, "I know every jump of the

way. We kangaroos have gone this way ever since Australia began to have kangaroos. Look here!" she said,

pausing on a big boulder that hung right over the gully, "we have made a history book for ourselves out of

these rocks; and so long as these rocks last, long, long after the time when there will be no more kangaroos,

and no more humans, the sun, and the moon, and the stars will look down upon what we have traced on these

Dot peered out from her little refuge in the Kangaroo's pouch, and saw the glow of the twilight sky reflected

on the top of the boulder. The rough surface of the stone shone with a beautiful polish like a looking glass, for

the rock had been rubbed for thousands of years by the soft feet and tails of millions of kangaroos: kangaroos

that had hopped down that way to get water. When Dot saw that, she didn't know why it all seemed solemn,

or why she felt such a very little girl. She was a little sad, and the Kangaroo, after a short sigh, continued her

As they neared the bottom of the gully the Kangaroo became extremely cautious. She no longer hopped in the

open, but made her way with little leaps through the thick scrub. She peeped out carefully before each

movement. Her long soft ears kept moving to catch every sound, and her black sensitive little nose was

constantly lifted, sniffing the air. Every now and then she gave little backward starts, as if she were going to

retreat by the way she had come, and Dot, with her face pressed against the Kangaroo's soft furry coat, could

They were not alone. Dot could hear whispers from unseen little creatures everywhere in the scrub, and from

birds in the trees. High up in the branches were numbers of pigeons sweet little BronzeWings; and above

all the other sounds she could hear their plaintive voices crying, "We're so frightened! we're so frightened! so

"Humans!" said the Kangaroo, in frightened tones; and as she spoke she reared up upon her long legs and tail,

so that she stood at least six feet high, and peeped over the bushes; her nose working all round, and her ears

"Friend Karigaroo," said a BronzeWing that had sidled out to the end of a neighbouring branch, "you are so

courageous, will you go first to the water, and let us know if it is all safe? We haven't tasted a drop of water

for two days," she said, sadly, "and we're dying of thirst. Last night, when we had waited for hours, to make

certain there were no cruel Humans about, we flew down for a drink and we wanted, oh! just three little

sips; but the terrible Humans, with their 'bangbangs,' murdered numbers of us. Then we flew back, and

some were hurt and bleeding, and died of their wounds, and none of us have dared to get a drink since." Dot

could see that the poor pigeon was suffering great thirst, for its wings were drooping, and its poor dry beak

The Kangaroo was very distressed at hearing the pigeon's story. "It is dreadful for you pigeons," she said,

"because you can only drink at evening; we sometimes can quench our thirst in the day. I wish we could do

without water! The Humans know all the waterholes, and sooner or later we all get murdered, or die of

Still the pigeons cried on, "we're so thirsty and so frightened;" and the BronzeWing asked the Kangaroo to try

"I think we are safe," said the Kangaroo, having sniffed and listened as before; "I will now try a nearer view."

The news soon spread that the Kangaroo was going to venture near the water, to see if all was safe. The light

was very dim, and there was a general whisper that the attempt to get a drink of water should not be left later;

as some feared such foes as dingos and night birds, should they venture into the open space at night. As the

Kangaroo moved stealthily forward, pushing aside the branches of the scrub, or standing erect to peep here

and there, there was absolute silence in the bush. Even the pigeons ceased to say they were afraid, but hopped

silently from bough to bough, following the movements of the Kangaroo with eager little eyes. The Brush

Turkey and the MoundBuilder left their heapedup nests and joined the other thirsty creatures, and only by

the crackling of the dry scrub, or the falling of a few leaves, could one tell that so many live creatures were

Presently the Kangaroo had reached the last bushes of the scrub, behind which she crouched.

"There's not a smell or a sound," she said. "Get out, Dot, and wait here until I return, and the BronzeWings

have had their drink; for, did they see you, they would be too frightened to come down, and would have to

Dot got out of the pouch, and she was very sorry when she saw how terrified her friend looked. She could see

the fur on the Kangaroo's chest moving with the frightened beating of her heart; and her beautiful brown eyes

Instantly, the Kangaroo leaped into the open. For a second she paused erect, sniffing and listening, and then

she hastened to the water. As she stooped to drink, Dot heard a "whrr, whrr, whrr," and, like falling leaves,

down swept the BronzeWings. It was a wonderful sight. The waterhole shone in the dim light, with the

great black darkness of the trees surrounding it, and from all parts came the thirsty creatures of the bush. The

BronzeWings were all together. Hundreds of little heads bobbed by the edge of the pool, as the little bills

were filled, and the precious water was swallowed; then, together, a minute afterwards, "whrr, whrr, whrr,"

up they flew, and in one great sweeping circle they regained their tree tops. Like the bush creatures, Dot also

was frightened, and running to the water, hurriedly drank, and fled back to the shelter of the bush, where the

"Jump in!" said the Kangaroo, "it's never safe by the water," and, a minute after, Dot was again in the cosy

pouch, and was hurrying away, like all the others, from the water where men are wont to camp, and kill with

That evening the Kangaroo tried to persuade Dot to eat some grass, but as Dot said she had never eaten grass,

it got some roots from a friendly Bandicoot, which the little girl ate because she was hungry; but she thought

she wouldn't like to be a Bandicoot always to eat such food. Then in a nice dry cave she nestled into the fur of

She only woke up once. She had been dreaming that she was at home, and was playing with the new little

Calf that had come the day before she was lost, and she couldn't remember, at first waking, what had

happened, or where she was. It was dark in the cave, and outside the bushes and trees looked quite black

for there was but little light in that place from the starry sky. It seemed terribly lonesome and wild. When the

Kangaroo spoke she remembered every thing, and they both sat up and talked a little.

"Mopoke! mopoke!" sang the Nightjar in the distance. "I wish the Nightjar wouldn't make that noise when

one wants to sleep," said the Kangaroo. "It hasn't got any voice to speak of, and the tune is stupid. It gives me

the jimjams, for it reminds me I've lost my baby kangaroo. There is something wrong about some birds that

think themselves musical," she continued: "they are well behaved and considerate enough in the day, but as

soon as it is a nice, quiet, calm night, or a bit of a moon is in the sky, they make night hideous to everyone

"I say, Nightjar," she said, "I'm a little sad to night, please go and sing elsewhere."

"Ah!" said the Nightjar, "I'm so glad I've given you deliciously dismal thoughts with my song! I'm a great

artist, and can touch all hearts. That is my mission in the world: when all the bush is quiet, and everyone has

"I'd rather you sang something cheerful," said the Kangaroo to herself, but out loud she said, "I find it really

"Mopoke! mopoke!!" croaked the Nightjar, further and further in the distance, as it flew away.

"What a pity!" said the Kangaroo, as she returned to the cave, "the 'Possum made that unlucky joke of telling

the Nightjar it has a touching voice, and can sing: everyone has to suffer for that joke of the 'possum's. It

doesn't matter to him, for he is awake all night, but it is too bad for his neighbours who want to sleep."

Just then there arose from the bush a shrill walling and shrieking that made Dot's heart stop with fear. It

"O Kangaroo!" she cried, "what is the matter?" "That," said the Kangaroo, as she laid herself down to rest, "is

the sound of the Curlew enjoying itself. They are sociable birds, and entertain a great deal. There is a party

tonight, I suppose, and that is the expression of their enjoyment. I believe," she continued, with a suppressed

yawn, "it's not so painful as it sounds. Willy Wagtail, who goes a great deal amongst Humans, says they do

Dot had never been in the town, but she was certain she had never heard anything like the Curlew's wailing in

her home; and she wondered what Willy Wagtail meant, but she was too sleepy to ask: so she nestled a little

closer to the Kangaroo, and with the shrieking of the Curlews, and the mournful note of the distant mopoke

WHEN Dot awoke, she did so with a start of fear. Something in her sleep had seemed to tell her that she was

in danger. At a first glance she saw that the Kangaroo had left her, and coiled upon her body was a young

black Snake. Before Dot could move, she heard a voice from a tree, outside the cave, say, very softly, "Don't

be afraid! keep quite still, and you will not get hurt. Presently I'll kill that Snake. If I tried to do so now it

She looked up in the direction of the tree, and saw a big Kookooburra perched on a bough, with all the

creamy feathers of its breast fluffed out, and its crest very high. The Kookooburra is one of the jolliest birds

in the bush, and is always cracking jokes, and laughing, but this one was keeping as quiet as he could. Still he

could not be quite serious, and a smile played all round his huge beak. Dot could see that he was nearly

bursting with suppressed laughter. He kept on saying, under his breath, "what a joke this is! what a capital

joke! How they'll all laugh when I tell them." Just as if it was the funniest thing in the world to have a Snake

coiled up on one's body when the horrid thing might bite one with its poisonous fangs, at any moment!

"To be sure you don't see the joke," said the jovial bird. "Onlookers always see the jokes, and I'm an

onlooker. It's not to be expected of you, because you're not an onlooker;" and he shook with suppressed

"She has gone to get you some berries for breakfast," said the Kookooburra, "and she asked me to look after

you, and that's why I'm here. That Snake got on you whilst I flew away to consult my doctor, the White Owl,

about the terrible indigestion I have. He's very difficult to catch awake; for he's out all night and sleepy all

day. He says cockchafers have caused it. The horny wingcases and legs are most indigestible, he assures

me. I didn't fancy them much when I ate them last night, so I took his advice and coughed them up, and I'm

no longer feeling depressed. Take my advice, and don't eat cockchafers, little Human."

Dot did not really hear all this, nor heed the excellent advice of the Kookooburra, not to eat those hard green

beetles that had disagreed with it, for a little shivering movement had gone through the Snake, and presently

all the scales of its shining black back and rosy underpart began to move. Dot felt quite sick, as she saw the

reptile begin to uncoil itself, as it lay upon her. She hardly dared to breathe, but lay as still as if she were

dead, so as not to frighten or anger the horrid creature, which presently seemed to slip like a slimy cord over

With a quick, delighted movement, she sat up, eager to see where the deadly Snake would go. It was very

drowsy, having slept heavily on Dot's warm little body: so it went slowly towards the bush, to get some frogs

or birds for breakfast. But as it wriggled into the warm morning sunlight outside, Dot saw a sight that made

No sooner did the black Snake get outside the cave, than she saw the Kookooburra fall like a stone from its

branch, right on top of the Snake. For a second, Dot thought the bird must have tumbled down dead, it was

such a sudden fall; but a moment later she saw it flutter on the ground, in battle with the poisonous reptile,

whilst the Snake wriggled, and coiled its body into hoops and rings. The Kookooburra's strong wings, beating

the air just above the writhing Snake, made a great noise, and the serpent hissed in its fierce hatred and anger.

Then Dot saw that the Kookooburra's big beak had a firm hold of the Snake by the back of the neck, and that

it was trying to fly upwards with its enemy. In vain the dreadful creature tried to bite the gallant bird; in vain

it hissed and stuck out its wicked little spiky tongue; in vain it tried to coil itself round the bird's body; the

Kookooburra was too strong and too clever to lose its hold, or to let the Snake get power over it. At last Dot

saw that the Snake was getting weak, for, little by little, the Kookooburra was able to rise higher with it, until

it reached the high bough. All the time the Snake was held in the bird's beak, writhing and coiling in agony;

for he knew that the Kookooburra had won the battle. But, when the noble bird had reached its perch, it did a

strange thing; for it dropped the Snake right down to the ground. Then it flew down again, and brought the

reptile back to the bough, and dropped it once more and this it did many times. Each time the Snake

moved less and less, for its back was being broken by these falls. At last the Kookooburra flew up with its

victim for the last time, and, holding it on the branch with its foot, beat the serpent's head with its great strong

beak. Dot could hear the blows fall, whack, whack, whack, as the beak smote the Snake's head; first on

one side, then on the other, until it lay limp and dead across the bough. "Ah! ah! ah!" laughed the

Kookooburra, and said to Dot, "Did you see all that? Wasn't it a joke? What a capital joke! Ha! ha! ha! ha!

ha! Oh! oh! oh! how my sides do ache! What a joke! How they'll laugh when I tell them." Then came a great

flight of kookooburras, for they had heard the laughter, and all wanted to know what the joke was. Proudly

the Kookooburra told them all about the Snake sleeping on Dot, and the great fight! All the time, first one

kookooburra, and then another, chuckled over the story, and when it came to an end every bird dropped its

wings, cocked up its tail, and throwing back its head, opened its great beak, and laughed uproariously

together. Dot was nearly deafened with the noise; for some chuckled, some cackled; some said, "Ha! ha! ha!"

others said, "Oh! oh! oh!" and as soon as one left off, another began, until it seemed as though they couldn't

stop. They all said it was a splendid joke, and that they really must go and tell it to the whole bush. So they

flew away, and far and near, for hours, the bush echoed with chuckling and cackling, and wild bursts of

"Now," said the Kookooburra, when all the others had gone, "a bit of snake is just the right thing for

Dot shuddered at the idea of eating snake for breakfast, and the Kookooburra thought she was afraid of being

"It won't hurt you," he said, kindly, "I took care that it did not bite itself. Sometimes they do that when they

are dying, and then they're not good to eat. But this snake is all right, and won't disagree like cockchafers: the

But Dot said she would rather wait for the berries the Kangaroo was bringing, so the Kookooburra remarked

that if she would excuse it he would like to begin breakfast at once, as the fight had made him hungry. Then

Dot saw him hold the reptile on the branch with his foot, whilst he took its tail into his beak, and proceeded to

swallow it in a leisurely way. In fact the Kookooburra was so slow that very little of the snake had

The Kangaroo had brought a pouch full of berries, and in her hand a small spray of the magic ones, by eating

which Dot was able to understand the talk of all the bush creatures. All the time she was wandering in the

bush the Kangaroo gave her some of these to eat daily, and Dot soon found that the effect of these strange

The Kangaroo emptied out her pouch, and Dot found quite a large collection of roots, buds, and berries,

"See," she said, "how easily one can live in the bush without hurting anyone; and yet Humans live by

murdering creatures and devouring them. If they are lost in the scrub they die, because they know no other

way to live than that cruel one of destroying us all. Humans have become so cruel that they kill, and kill, not

even for food, but for the love of murdering. I often wonder," she said, "why they and the dingos are allowed

to live on this beautiful kind earth. The Black Humans kill and devour us; but they, even, are not so terrible as

the Whites, who delight in taking our lives, and torturing us just as an amusement. Every creature in the bush

Dot saw that the sad brown eyes of the Kangaroo were full of tears, and she cried too, as she thought of all

that the poor animals and birds suffer at the hands of white men. "Dear Kangaroo," she said, "if I ever get

home, I'll tell everyone of how you unhappy creatures live in fear, and suffer, and ask them not to kill you

But the Kangaroo sadly shook her head, and said, "White Humans are cruel, and love to murder. We must all

die. But about your lost way," she continued in a brisk tone, by way of changing this painful subject; "I've

been asking about it, and no one has seen it anywhere. Of course someone must know where it is, but the

Then she dropped her voice, and came a little, nearer to Dot, and stooping down until her little black hands

hung close to the ground, she whispered in Dot's ear, "They say I ought to consult the Platypus."

"I never think," said the Kangaroo, "but as the Platypus never goes anywhere, never associates with. any

other creature, and is hardly ever seen, I conclude it knows everythingit must, you know."

"The only thing is," continued the Kangaroo, once more sitting up and pensively scratching her nose. "The

only thing is, I can't bear the Platypus; the sight of it gives me the creeps: it's such a queer creature!"

"I couldn't describe it," said the Kangaroo, with a shudder, "it seems made up of parts of two or three

different sorts of creatures. None of us can account for it. It must have been an experiment, when all the rest

of us were made: or else it was made up of the odds and ends of the birds and beasts that were left over after

Little Dot clapped her hands. "Oh, dear Kangaroo," she said, "do take me to see the Platypus! there was

"I should say not!" remarked the Kangaroo. "The animals in the ark said they were each to be of its kind, and

every sort of bird and beast refused to admit the Platypus, because it was of so many kinds; and at last Noah

turned it out to swim for itself, because there was such a row. That's why the Platypus is so secluded. Ever

since then no Platypus is friendly with any other creature, and no animal or bird is more than just polite to it.

"But that was so long ago," said Dot, filled with compassion for the lonely Platypus; "and, after all, this is not

"No," returned the Kangaroo, "and some say there was no ark, and no fuss over the matter, but that, of course,

doesn't make any difference, for it's a very ancient quarrel, so it must be kept up. But if we are to go to the

Platypus we had better start now; it is a good time to see it so come along, little Dot," said the Kangaroo.

"GOODBYE, Kookooburra!" cried Dot, as they left the cave; and the bird gave her a nod of the head,

followed by a wink, which was supposed to mean hearty goodwill at parting. He would have spoken, only

he had swallowed part of the Snake, and the rest hung out of the side of his beak, like an old man's pipe; so he

Dot was so rested by her sleep all night that she did not ride in the Kangaroo's pouch; but they proceeded

together, she walking, and her friend making as small hops as she could, so as not to get too far ahead. This

was very difficult for the Kangaroo, because even the smallest hops carried her far in front. After a time they

arranged that the friendly animal should hop a few yards, then wait for Dot to catch her up, and then go on

again. This she did, nibbling bits of grass as she waited, or playing a little game of hideandseek behind the

bushes. Sometimes, when she hid like this, little Dot would be afraid that she had lost her Kangaroo, and

would run here and there, hunting round trees, and clusters of ferns, until she felt quite certain she had lost the

kind animal; when suddenly, clean over a big bush, the Kangaroo would bound into view, landing right in

front of her. Then Dot would laugh, and rush forward, and throw her arms around her friend; and the

Kangaroo, with a quiet smile, would rub her little head against Dot's curls, and they were both very happy.

So, although it was really a long and rough way to the little creek where the Platypus lived, it did not seem at

The stream ran at the bottom of a deep gully, that had high rocky sides, with strangely shaped trees growing

between the rocks. But, by the stream, Dot thought they must be in fairyland; it was so beautiful. In the dark

hollows of the rocks were wonderful ferns; such delicate ones that the little girl was afraid to touch them.

They were so tender and green that they could only grow far away from the sun, and as she peeped into the

hollows and caves where they grew, it seemed as if she was being shown the secret storehouse of Nature,

where she kept all the most lovely plants, out of sight of the world. A soft carpet seemed to spring under

Dot's feet, like a nice springy mattress, as she trotted along. She asked the Kangaroo why the earth was so

soft, and was told that it was not earth, but the dead leaves of the treeferns above them, that had been falling

for such a long, long time, that no kangaroo could remember the beginning. Then she looked up, and saw that

there was no sky to be seen, or tops of trees; for they were passing under a forest of treeferns, and their

lovely spreading fronds made a perfect green tent over their heads. The sunlight that came through was green,

as if you were in a house made of green glass. All up the slender stems of these tall treeferns were the most

beautiful little plants, and many steins were twined, from the earth to their featherlike fronds, with tender

creeping ferns the fronds of which were so fine and close, that it seemed as if the treefern were wrapped

up in a lovely little fern coat. Even crumbling dead trees, and decaying treeferns, did not look dead, because

some beautiful moss, or lichen, or little ferns had clung to them, and made them more beautiful than when

Dot kept crying out with pleasure at all she saw; especially when little Parrakeets, with feathers as green as

the ferns, and gorgeous red breasts, came in flocks, and welcomed her to their favourite haunt; and, as she

had eaten the berries of understanding, and was the friend of the Kangaroo, they were not frightened, but

perched on her shoulders and hands, and chatted their merry talk all together. The Kangaroo did not share

Dot's enthusiasm for the beauties of the gully. She said it was pretty, certainly, but a bad place for kangaroos,

because there was no grass. For her part, she didn't think any sight in nature so lovely as a big plain, green

with the little blades of new spring grass. The gully was very showy, but not to her mind so beautiful as the

Then they came to a stream that gurgled melodiously as it rippled over stones in its shallow course, or crept

round big grey boulders that were wrapped in thick mosses, in which were mingled flowers of the pink and

red wild fuchsia, or the creamy great blossoms of the rock lily. Dot ran down the stream with bare feet,

laughing as she paddled in and out among the rocks and ferns, and the sun shone down on the gleaming foam

of the water, and made golden lights in Dot's wild curls. The Kangaroo, too, was very merry, and bounded

from rock to rock over the stream, showing what wonderful things she could do in that way; and sometimes

they paused, side by side, and peeped down upon some still pool that showed their two reflections as in a

mirror; and that seemed so funny to Dot, that her silvery laugh woke the silence in happy peals, until more

When they had followed the stream some distance, the gully opened out into bush scrub. The little Parrakeets

then said "Goodbye," and flew back to their favourite treeferns and bush growth; and the Kangaroo said,

that as they were nearing the home of the Platypus, they must not play in the stream any more; to do so might

warn the creature of their approach and frighten it. "We shall have to be very careful," she said, "so that the

Platypus will neither hear nor smell you. We will therefore walk on the opposite shore, as the wind will then

The stream no longer chattered over rocky beds, but slid between soft banks of earth, under tufts of tall

rushes, grasses, and ferns, and soon it opened into a broad pool, which was smooth as glass. The clouds in the

sky, the tall surrounding trees, and the graceful ferns and rushes of the banks, were all reflected in the water,

so that it looked to Dot like a strange upsidedown picture. This, then, was the home of that wonderful

animal; and Dot felt quite frightened, because she thought she was going to see something terrible.

At the Kangaroo's bidding, she hid a little way from the edge of the pool, but she was able to see all that

The Kangaroo evidently did not enjoy the prospect of conversing with the Platypus. She kept on fidgetting

about, putting off calling to the Platypus by one excuse and another: she was decidedly ill at ease.

"Dear me, no!" replied the Kangaroo, "but I'd rather have a talk with any other bush creature. First of all, the

sight of it makes me so uncomfortable, that I want to hop away the instant I set eyes upon it. Then, too, it's so

difficult to be polite to the Platypus, because one never knows how to behave towards it. If you treat it as an

animal, you offend its bird nature, and if you treat it as a bird, the animal in it is mighty indignant. One never

Dot was so sorry for the perplexity of her friend, that she suggested that they should not consult the Platypus.

But the Kangaroo said it must be done, because no one in the bush was so learned. Being such a strange

creature, and living in such seclusion, and being so difficult to approach was a proof that it was the right

adviser to seek. So, with a half desperate air, the Kangaroo left the little girl, and went down to the water's

Pausing a moment, she made a strange little noise that was something between a grunt and a hiss: and she

repeated this many times. At last Dot saw what looked like a bit of black stick, just above the surface of the

pool, coming towards their side, and, as it moved forward, leaving two little silvery ripples that widened out

behind it on the smooth waters. Presently the black stick, which was the bill of the Platypus, reached the

bank, and the strangest little creature climbed into view. Dot had expected to see something big and hideous;

but here was quite a small object after all! It seemed quite ridiculous that the great Kangaroo should be

Dot could not hear what the Kangaroo said, but she saw the Platypus hurriedly prepare to regain the water. It

began to stumble clumsily down the bank. The Kangaroo then raised her voice in pleading accents.

"But," she said, "it's such a little Human! I have treated it like my baby kangaroo, and have carried it in my

This information seemed to arrest the movements of the Platypus; it had reached the water's edge, but it

"I tell you," it said in a highpitched and irritable voice, "that all Humans are alike! They all come here to

interview me for the same purpose, and I'm resolved it shall not happen again; I have been insulted enough by

"I assure you," urged the Kangaroo, "that she will not annoy you in that way. She wouldn't think of doing

As the Kangaroo called the Platypus an animal, Dot saw at once that it was offended, and in a great huff it

turned towards the pool again. "I beg your pardon," said the Kangaroo nervously. "I didn't mean an altogether

animal, or even a bird, but any aaa." She seemed puzzled how to speak of the Platypus, when the strange

creature, seeing the wellmeaning embarrassment of the Kangaroo, said affably, "any mammal or

"Exactly," said the Kangaroo, brightening up, although she hadn't the least idea what a mammal was.

"Well, bring the little Human here," said the Platypus in a more friendly tone, "and if I feel quite sure on that

Two bounds brought the Kangaroo to where Dot was hidden. She seemed anxious that the child should make

a good impression on the Platypus, and tried with the long claws on her little black hands to comb through

Dot's long gleaming curls; but they were so tangled that the child called out at this awkward method of

hairdressing, and the Kangaroo stopped. She then licked a black smudge off Dot's forehead, which was all

she could to tidy her. Then she started back with a hop, and eyed the child with her head on one side. She was

not quite satisfied. "Ah!" she said, "if only you were a baby kangaroo I could make you look so nice! but I

can't do anything to your sham coat, which gets worse every day, and your fur is all wrong, for one can't get

"Never mind, dear Kangaroo," said the little girl; "when I get home mother will put me on a new frock, and

The Kangaroo felt sad as Dot spoke of returning home, for she had become really fond of the little Human.

She began to feel that she would be lonely when they parted. However, she did not speak of what was in her

When the little girl reached the pool, she was still more surprised, on a nearer view of the Platypus, that the

Kangaroo should think so much of it. At her feet she beheld a creature like a shapeless bit of wet matted fur.

She thought it looked like an empty fur bag that had been fished out of the water. Projecting from the head,

that seemed much nearer to the ground than the back, was a broad duck's bill, of a dirty grey colour; and

peeping out underneath were two fore feet that were like a duck's also. Altogether it was such a funny object

that she was inclined to laugh, only the Kangaroo looked so serious, that she tried to look serious too, as if

"Now we know one another's names," said the Platypus, with satisfaction. "If the Kangaroo had introduced

us, it would have stumbled over my name, and mumbled yours, and we should have been none the wiser.

Now tell me, little Human, are you going to write a book about me? because, if you are, I'm off. I can't stand

"I couldn't write a book," said Dot, with surprise inwardly wondering what anyone could find to make a book

"You're quite sure?" asked the Platypus, doubtfully, and evidently more than half inclined to dive into the

"Then I'll try to believe you," said the Platypus, clumsily waddling towards some grass, amongst which it

settled itself comfortably. "But it's very difficult to believe you Humans, for you tell such dreadful fibs," it

continued, as it squirted some dirty water out of the bag that surrounded its bill, and swallowed some water

beetles, small snails and mud that it had stored there. "See, for instance, the way you have all quarrelled and

lied about me! First one great Human, the biggest fool of all, said I wasn't a live creature at all, but a joke

another Human had played upon him. Then they squabbled together one saying I was a Beaver; another, that

I was a Duck; another, that I was a Mole, or a Rat. Then they argued whether I was a bird, or an animal, or if

we laid eggs, or not; and everyone wrote a book, full of lies, all out of his head. That's the way Humans

amuse themselves. They write books about things they don't understand, and keep the game going by each

new book saying the others are all wrong. It's a silly game, and very insulting to the creatures they write

about. Humans at the other end of the world, who, never took the trouble to come here to see me, wrote books

about me. Those who did come were more impudent than those who stayed away. Their idea of learning all

about a creature was to dig up its home, and frighten it out of its wits, and kill it; and after a few moons of

that sort of foolery they claimed to know all about us. Us! whose ancestors knew the world millions of years

before the ignorant Humans came on the earth at all!" The Platypus spluttered out more dirty water, in its

The Kangaroo became very timid, as it saw the rising anger of the Platypus, and whispered to Dot to say

"A million years is a very long time," said Dot; unable at the moment to think of anything better to say. But

this remark angered the Platypus more, for it seemed to suspect Dot of doubting what it said.

It clambered up into a more erect position, and its little brown eyes became quite fiery.

"I didn't say a million; I said millions! I can prove by a bone in my body that my ancestors were the

Amphitherium, the Amphilestes, the Phascolotherium, and the Stereognathus!" almost shrieked the little

Dot didn't understand what all these words meant, and looked at the Kangaroo for an explanation; but she

saw that the Kangaroo didn't understand either, only she was trying to hide her ignorance by a calm

appearance, while she nibbled the end of a long grass she held in her fore paw. But Dot noticed, by the slight

trembling of the little black paw, that the Kangaroo was very nervous. She thought she would try and say

something to please Platypus; so she asked, very kindly, if the bone ever hurt it. But this strange creature did

not seem to notice the remark. Settling itself more comfortably amongst the grass, it muttered in calmer

"Of course you don't replied the Platypus, contemptuously, Humans are so ignorant! That's because they are

so new. When they have existed a few more million years, they will be more like us of old families; they will

respect quiet, exclusive living, like that of the Ornithorhynchus Paradoxus, and will not be so inquisitive,

pushing, and dangerous as now. The age will come when they will understand, and will cease to write books,

The Kangaroo now thought it a good opportunity to change the subject, and gently introduced the topic of

Dot's lost way, saying how she had found the little girl, and had taken care of her ever since.

The Platypus did not seem interested, and yawned more than once whilst the Kangaroo spoke.

"The question is," concluded the Kangaroo, "whom shall I ask to find it? Someone must know where it is."

"Of course," said the Platypus, yawning again, without so much as putting its web foot in front of its bill,

which Dot thought very rude, or else very ancient manners. "Little Human," it said, "tell me what kind of

"We live in a cottage," she said, but seeing that the Platypus did not like to be corrected, and that the

Kangaroo looked quite shocked at her doing so, she hurriedly described the creatures she had seen there. She

said there were Crickets, Grasshoppers, Mice, Lizards, Swallows, Opossums, Flying Foxes, Kookooburras,

"Stop!" interrupted the Platypus, with a wave of its web foot; "that is the right one."

"The bird you call Shepherd's Companion. Some of you call it Rickety Dick, or Willy Wagtail." Turning to

the Kangaroo especially, it continued, "If you can bring yourself to speak to anything so obtrusive and

gossiping, without any ancestry or manners whatever, you will be able to learn all you need from that bird.

Directly Dot had spoken she saw that she had offended the queer little creature before her. It raised itself with

"The name Platypus is insulting," it remarked, looking at the child severely, "it means broadfooted, a vulgar

pseudonym which could only have emanated from the brutally coarse expressions of a Human. My name is

Ornithorhyncus Paradoxus. Besides, even if my front feet can expand, they can also contract; see! as narrow

and refined as a bird's claw. Observe, too, that my hind feet are narrow, and like a seal's fin, though it has

As the Platypus spoke, and thrust out its strangely different feet, the Kangaroo edged a little closer to Dot and

whispered in her ear. "It's getting angry, and is beginning to use long words; do be careful what you say or it

"I beg your pardon," said Dot; "I did not wish to hurt your feelings, Para , Pa radoxus."

"Ornilhorhynchus Paradoxus, if you please," insisted the little creature. "How would you like it if your name

was JonesSmithJones, and I called you one Jones, or one Smith, and did not say both the Joneses and the

Smiths? You have no idea how sensitive our race is. You Humans have no feelings at all compared with ours.

Why! my fifth pair of nerves are larger than a man's! Humans get on my nerves dreadfully!" it ended in

"She did not mean to hurt you," said the gentle Kangaroo, soothingly. "Is there anything we can do to make

"There is nothing you can do," Sighed the Platypus, now mournful and depressed. "I must sing. Only music

can quiet my nerves. I will sing a little threnody composed by myself, about the good old days of this world

before the Flood." And as it spoke, the Platypus moved into an upright position amongst the tussock grass,

The Kangaroo kept very close to Dot, and warned her to be very attentive to the song, and not to interrupt it

on any account. Almost before the Kangaroo had ceased to whisper in her ear, Dot heard this strange song,

sung to the most peculiar tune she had ever heard, and in the funniest of little squeaky voices.

The fairest Iguanodon reposed upon the shore Extended lay her beauteous form, a hundred feet and more.

The sun, with rays flammivomous, beat on the blueblack sand; And sportive little Saurians disported on the

strand But oft the Iguanodon reproved them in their glee, And said, "Alas! this Saurian Age is not what it

should be!" Then, forth from that archaic sea, the Ichthyosaurus Uprose upon his finny wings, with

neocomian fuss, "Oh, Iguanodon!" he cried, as he approached the shore, Why art thou thus dysthynic, love?

Come, rise with me, and soar, Or leave these estuarian seas, and wander in the grove; Behold! a birdlike

reptile fish is dying for thy love!" Then, through the dark coniferous grove they wandered side by side, The

tender Iguanodon and lchthyosaurian bride And through the enubilious air, the carboniferous breeze, Awoke,

with their amphibious sighs, the silence in the trees. "To think," they cried, botaurustoned, "when ages

Bemoaning thus, by dumous path, they crushed the cycad's growth, And many a crash, and thunder, marked

the progress of them both. And when they reached the estuary, the excandescent sun Was setting o'er the

hefted sea; their saurian day was done. Then raised they paraseline eyes unto the flaming moon, And wept

the Neocomian Age was passing all too soon! Oh, Iguanodon! oh, earth! oh, Ichthyosaurus Oh,

At this point of the song, the poor Platypus, whose voice had trembled with increasing emotion and sobbing

in each verse, broke down, overcome by the extreme sensitiveness of its fifth pair of nerves and the sadness

The gentle Kangaroo was also deeply moved, seeing the Platypus in such sorrow, and Dot mastered her

The Platypus seemed much soothed by their sympathy, but hurriedly bade them farewell. It said it must try

and restore its shattered fifth pair of nerves by a few hydrophilus latipalpus beetles for lunch, and a sleep.

It wearily dragged itself down to the edge of the pool, and looked backwards to the Kangaroo and Dot, who

called out "Goodbye" to it. Its eyes were dim with tears, for it was still thinking of the Iguanodon and

"It breaks my heart to think that they are all fossils," it exclaimed, mournfully shaking its head. "Fossils!" it

repeated, as it plunged into the pool and swam away. "Fossils!" it cried once more, in far, faint accents; and a

For several moments after the Platypus had disappeared from view, the Kangaroo and Dot remained just as it

"I don't know," said the animal wistfully, "no one ever knows what the Platypus sings about."

"Dreadfully sad!" sighed the Kangaroo; "but the Platypus is a most learned and interesting creature," she

added hastily. "Its conversation and songs are most edifying; everyone in the bush admits it."

"Does anyone understand its conversation?" asked Dot. She was afraid she must be very stupid, for she hadn't

"That is the beauty of it all," said the Kangaroo, "the Platypus is so learned and so instructive, that no one

"NOW we must find Willy Wagtail," said the Kangaroo. "The chances are Clickiticlack, his big cousin

who lives in the bush, will be able to tell us where to find him; for he doesn't care for the bush, and lives

almost entirely with Humans, and the queer creatures they have brought into the country nowadays. We

Once more Dot was in the kind Kangaroo's pouch. It was in the latter end of autumn, and the air was so keen,

that, as her torn little frock was now very little protection to her against the cold, she was glad to be back in

that nice fur bag. She was used now to the springy bounding of the great Kangaroo, and felt quite safe; so that

she quite enjoyed the wonderful and seemingly dangerous things the animal did in its great leaps and jumps.

With many rests and stops to eat berries or grass on their way, they searched the bush for the rest of the day

without finding the big bush Wagtail. All kinds of creatures had seen him, or heard his strange rattling,

chattering song; but it always seemed that he had just flown off a few minutes before they heard of him. It

was most vexatious, and Dot saw that another night must pass before they would be able to hear of her home.

She did not like to think of that, for she could picture to herself all those great men, on their big rough horses,

coming back to her father's cottage that night, and how they would begin to be quiet and sad. She thought it

would not be half so bad to be lost, if people at home could only know that one was safe and snug in a kind

Kangaroo's pouch; but she knew that her parents could never suppose that she was so well cared for, and

would only think that she was dying alone in the terrible bush dying for want of food and water, and from

fear and exposure. How strange it seemed that people should die like that in the bush, where so many

creatures lived well, and happily! But then they had not bush friends to tell them what berries and roots to eat,

and where to get water, and to cuddle them up in a nice warm fur during the cold night. As she thought of this

she rubbed her face against the Kangaroo's soft coat, and patted her with her little hands; and the affectionate

animal was so pleased at these caresses, that she jumped clean over a watercourse, twenty feet at least, in one

It was getting evening time, and the sun was setting with a beautiful rosy colour, as they came upon a lovely

scene. They had followed the watercourse until it widened out into a great shallow creek beside a grassy

plain. As they emerged from the last scattered bushes and trees of the forest, and hopped out into the open

side of a range of hills, miles and miles of grass country, with dim distant hills, stretched before them. The

great shining surface of the creek caught the rosy evening light, and every pink cloudlet in the sky looked

doubly beautiful reflected in the water. Here and there out of the water arose giant skeleton trees, with huge

silver trunks and contorted dead branches. On these twisted limbs were numbers of birds; shag, blue and

white Cranes, and black and white Ibis with their bent bills. Slowly paddling on the creek, with graceful

movements, were twenty or thirty black Swans, and in and out of their ranks, as they passed in stately

procession, shot wild Ducks and Moor Hens, like a flotilla of little boats amongst a fleet of big ships. All

these birds were watching a pretty sight that arrested Dot's attention at once. By the margin of the creek,

where tufted rushes and tall sedges shed their graceful reflection on the pink waters, were a party of Native

"In these times it is seldom we can see a sight like this," said the Kangaroo. "The water is generally too

unsafe for the birds to enjoy themselves. It often means death to them to have a little pleasure."

As the Kangaroo spoke, one of the Native Companions caught sight of her, and leaving the dance, opened her

wings, and still making dainty steps with her long legs, half danced and half flew to where the Kangaroo was

"Good evening, Kangaroo," she said, gracefully bowing; "will you not come a little nearer to see the dance?"

Then the Native Companion saw Dot in the Kangaroo's pouch, and made a little spring of surprise. "Dear

"It's a Human," said the Kangaroo, apologetically; "it's quite a little, harmless one. Let me introduce you."

So Dot alighted from the pouch, and joined in the conversation, and the Native Companion was much

"Do you dance?" asked the Native Companion, with a quick turn of her head, on its long, graceful neck. Dot

said that she loved dancing. So the Native Companion took her down to the creek, and all the other

Companions stopped dancing and gathered round her, whilst she was introduced, and her story told. Then

they spread their wings, and with stately steps escorted her to the edge of the water, whilst the Kangaroo sat a

Dot didn't understand any of the figures of the dance; but the scenery and the pink sunset were so beautiful,

and the Native Companions were so elegant and gay, that Dot caught up her ragged little skirts in both hands

and followed their movements with her bare brown feet as best she could, and enjoyed herself very much. To

Dot, the eight birds that took part in the entertainment were very tall and splendid, with their lovely grey

plumage and greeny heads, and she felt quite small as they gathered round her sometimes, and enclosed her

within their outspread wings. And how beautiful their dancing was! How light their dainty steps as their feet

scarcely touched the earth; and what fantastic measures they danced advancing, retreating, circling round

with their beautiful wings keeping the rhythm of their feet! There was one figure that Dot thought the

prettiest of all when they danced in line at the margin of the water; stepping, and bowing, and gracefully

gyrating to their shadows, which were reflected with the pink clouds of evening on the surface of the creek.

Dot was very sorry, and hot, and breathless, when the dance came to an end. The sun had been gone a long

time, and all the pink shades had slowly turned to grey; the creek had lost its radiant colour, and looked like a

silver mirror, and so desolate and sombre, that no one could have imagined it to have been the scene of so

Dot hastily returned to the Kangaroo, and all the Native Companions came daintily, and made graceful adieus

to them both. Afterwards, they spread their great, soft wings, and, stretching their long legs behind them,

wheeled upwards to the darkening sky. Then all the birds in the bare trees preened their feathers, and settled

down for the night; and the Kangaroo took her little Human charge back to the bush, where there was a cosy

sheltering rock, under which to pass the night. Here they lay down together, with the stars peeping at them

They had slept for a long time, as it seemed to Dot, when they were awakened by a little voice saying,

The moon was shining fitfully, as it broke through swift flying clouds. In the uncertain light, Dot could see a

"What is the matter?" said the Kangaroo, softly. "Blacks!" said the Opossum. And as it spoke, Dot heard a

sound as of a half dingo dog howling and snapping in the distance. As that sound was heard, the Opossum

made one flying leap to the nearest tree, and scrambled out of sight in a moment.

"I wish he had told us a little more," said the Kangaroo. "Still, for a 'possum, it was a good natured act to

wake me up. They are selfish, spiteful little beasts, as a rule. Now I wonder where these Blacks are? I shall

have to go a little way to sniff and listen. I won't go far, so don't be afraid, but stay quietly here until I come

IT was terrible to Dot to see the Kangaroo hop off into the dark bush, and to find herself all alone; so she

crawled out from under the ledge of rock into the moonlight, and sat on a stone where she could see the sky,

and watch the black ragged clouds hurry over the moon. But the bush was not altogether quiet. She could

hear an owl hooting at the moon. Not far off was a camp of quarrelsome Flying Foxes, and the melancholy

Nightjar in the distance was fulfilling its mission of making all the bush creatures miserable with its

incessant, mournful "mopoke! mopoke!" As Dot could understand all the voices, it amused her to listen to

the wrangles of the Flying Foxes, as they ate the fruit of a wild fig tree near by. She saw them swoop past on

their huge black wings with a solemn flapping. Then, as each little Fox approached the tree, the Foxes who

were there already screamed, and swore in dreadfully bad language at the visitor. For every little Fox on the

tree was afraid some other Flying Fox would eat all the figs, and as each visitor arrived he was assailed with

cries of, "Get away you're not wanted here! This is my branch, my figs!" "Go and find figs for yourself!"

"These figs are not half ripe like the juicy ones on the other side of the tree!" Then the newcomer Flying

Fox, with a spiteful squeal, would pounce down on a branch already occupied, and angry spluttering and

screams would arise, followed by a heavy fall of fighting Foxes tumbling with a crash through the trees. Then

out into the open sky swept dozens of black wings, accompanied by abusive swearing from dozens of wicked

little brown Foxes; and, as they settled again on the tree, all the fighting would begin again, so that the

As Dot was listening to the fighting of the Flying Foxes, she heard a sound near her that alarmed her greatly.

It was impossible to say what the noise was like. It might have been the braying of a donkey mixed up with

the clattering of palings tumbled together, and with grunts and snorts. Dot started to her feet in fright, and

would have run away, only she was afraid of being lost worse than ever, so she stood still and looked round

for the terrible monster that could make such extraordinary sounds. The grunts and clattering stopped, and the

noise died away in a long doleful bray, but she could not see where it came from. Having peered into the dark

shadows, Dot went more into the open, and sat with her back to a fallen tree, keeping an anxious watch all

round. "Perhaps," she thought, "It is the Blacks. What would they do if they found me? What will happen if

they have killed my dear Kangaroo?" and she covered her face with her hands as this terrible thought came

into her head. Soon she heard something coming towards her stealthily and slowly. She would not look up

she was so frightened. She was sure it was some fierce looking black man, with his spear, about to kill her.

She shut her eyes closer, and held her breath. "Perhaps," she thought, "he will not see me." Then a cold shiver

went through her little body, as she felt something claw hold of her hair, and she thought she was about to be

killed. She kept her eyes shut, and the clawing went on, and then to her astonishment she heard an animal

"Why, it's fur! how funny it looked in the moonlight!" Then Dot opened her eyes very wide and looked

round, and saw a funny native Bear on the tree trunk behind her. He was quite clearly to be seen in the

moonlight. His thick, grey fur, that looked as if he was wrapped up to keep out the most terribly cold weather;

his short, stumpy, big legs, and little sharp face with big bushy ears, could be seen as distinctly as in daylight.

Dot had never seen one so near before, and she loved it at once, it looked so innocent and kind.

"Am I a native Bear?" asked the animal in a meek voice. "I never heard that before. I thought I was a Koala.

I've always been told so, but of course one never knows oneself. What are you? Do you know?"

The Koala saw that Dot was proud, but as it didn't see any reason why she should be, it was not a bit afraid of

"I never heard of one or saw one before," it said, simply. "Do you burrow, or live in a tree?"

"I live at home," said Dot; but, wishing to be quite correct, she added, "that is, when I am there."

"I'm not at home," replied Dot, not knowing how to make her position clear to the little animal.

"Then you live where you don't live?" said the Koala; "where is it?" and the little Bear looked quite unhappy

"You make my head feel empty," said the Koala, sadly. "I live in the gum tree over there. Do you eat gum

"Dear me!" said the Koala. "They're all new to one. Is it far? I should like to see the trees they grow on.

"But I can't," said Dot; "they don't grow on trees, and I don't know my way home. It's lost, you see."

"I don't see," said the native Bear. "I never can see far at night, and not at all in daylight. That is why I came

here. I saw your fur shining in the moonlight, and I couldn't make out what it was, so I came to see. If there is

anything new to be seen, I must get a near view of it. I don't feel happy if I don't know all about it. Aren't you

"Now you make my head feel empty again," said the Koala, plaintively. "What has a Kangaroo got to do with

"I never had any," said Dot, "only these curls," and she touched her little head.

"Then you ought to be black," argued the Koala. "You're not the right colour. Only Blacks have no fur, but

what they steal from the proper owners. Do you steal fur?" it asked in an anxious voice.

The Koala looked very miserable, and spoke with horror. "They kill us with spears, and tear off our skins and

"That's not stealing," said Dot; "that's killing;" and, although it seemed very difficult to make the little Bear

understand, she explained, "Stealing is taking away another person's things; and when a person is dead he

hasn't anything belonging to him, so it's not stealing to take what belonged to him before, because it isn't his

"You make my head feel empty," complained the Koala. "I'm sure you're all wrong; for an animal's skin and

fur is his own, and it's his life's business to keep it whole. Everyone in the bush is trying to keep his skin

whole, all day long, and all night too. Good gracious! what is the matter up there?"

A terrible hullabaloo between a pair of Opossums up a neighbouring gum tree arrested the attention of both

Dot and the Koala. Presently the sounds of snarling, spitting, and screaming ended, and an Opossum climbed

out to the far end of a branch, where the moonlight shone on his grey fur like silver. There he remained

snapping and barking disagreeable things to his mate, who climbed up to the topmost branch, and snarled and

"Why don't you bring in gum leaves for tomorrow, instead of sleeping all day and half the night too?"

shouted the Opossum on the branch to his wife. " You know I get hungry before daylight is over, and hate

"Get them yourself, you lazy loon!" retorted the lady Opossum. "If you disturb my dreams again this way, I'll

"Take care!" barked back her husband, "or I'll bring you off that branch pretty quickly."

"You'd better try!" sneered his wife. "Remember how I landed you into the billabong the other night!"

The taunt was too much for the Opossum on the branch; he scuttled up the tree to reach his mate, who sprang

forward from her perch into the air. Dot saw her spring with her legs all spread out, so that the skinny flaps

were like furry wings. By this means she was able to break her fall, and softly alighting on the earth, a

moment after, she had scrambled up another tree, followed by her mate. From tree to tree, from branch to

branch, they fled or pursued one another, with growls, screams, and splutters, until they disappeared from

"How unhappy those poor Opossums must be, living in the same tree," said Dot; "why don't they live in

"They wouldn't be happy," observed the Koala, "they are so fond of one another."

"Because they live in the same tree of course," said the Koala. "If they lived in different trees, and never

quarrelled, they wouldn't like it at all. They'd find life dull, and they'd get sulky. There's nothing worse than a

"They make a dreadful noise with their quarrelling," said Dot. "They are nearly as bad as the Flying Foxes

over there. I wonder if they made that fearful sound I heard just before you came?"

"I expect what you heard was from me," said the Koala; "I had just awakened, and when I saw the moon was

"Was all that sound and many noises yours?" asked Dot with astonishment, as she regarded the shaggy little

The Koala smiled modestly. Yes it said; "when I am pleased there is no creature in the bush can make such a

noise, or so many different noises at once. I waken every one for a quarter of a mile round. You wouldn't

think it, to see me as 1 am, would you?" The Koala was evidently very pleased with this accomplishment.

"Why not?" asked the Koala. "You are a night creature, I suppose, or you wouldn't be awake now. Well, don't

"Because if you had the day it wouldn't be any good to you, and if they had the night it wouldn't be any good

to them. So your night couldn't be their day, and their day couldn't be your night."

"You make my head feel empty," said the Koala. "But you'd think differently if a flock of Kookooburras

"As you don't like being waked yourself, why do you wake others then?" asked Dot.

"Because this is a free country," said the Koala. While Dot was trying to understand why the Koala's reason

should suffice for one animal making another's life uncomfortable, she was rejoiced to see the Kangaroo

bound into sight. She forgot all about the Koala, and rushed forward to meet it.

The Kangaroo was a little breathless and excited. "We are not in danger at present," she said, "but one never

knows when one will be, so we must move; and that will be more dangerous than staying where we are."

"That won't do," replied the Kangaroo, "This is the conclusion I have jumped to. If we stay here, the Blacks

might come this way and their dingo dogs hunt us to death. To get to a safe place we must pass their camp.

That is a little risky, but we must go that way. We can do this easily if the dogs don't get scent of us, as all the

Blacks are prancing about and making a noise, having a kind of game in fact, and they are so amused that we

Dot looked round to say goodbye to the Koala, but the little animal had heard the Kangaroo speak of

Blacks, and that word suggested to its empty little head that it must keep its skin whole, so, without waiting

Without wasting time, Dot settled in the Kangaroo's pouch, and they started upon their perilous way.

For some distance the Kangaroo hopped along boldly, with an occasional warning to Dot to shut her eyes as

they plunged through the bushes; but after crossing a watercourse, and climbing a stiff hill, she whispered

that they must both keep quite silent, and told Dot to listen as she stopped for a moment.

Dot could hear to their right a murmuring of voices, and a steady beating sound.

"Their camp is over there," said the Kangaroo, "that is the sound of their game."

"Can't we go some other way?" asked Dot. "No," answered the Kangaroo, "because past that place we can

reach some very wild country where it would be hard for them to pursue us. We shall have to pass quite close

The Kangaroo seemed to Dot to approach the whereabouts of the Black fellows as cautiously as when they

had visited the waterhole the first night. Dot's little heart beat fast as the sound of the Black's corroboree

became clearer and clearer, and they neared the scene of the dance. Soon she could hear the stamping of feet,

the beating of weapons together, and the wild chanting; and sometimes there were the whimperings of dogs,

and the cry of children at the camp a little distance from the corroboree ground.

The Kangaroo showed no signs of fear at the increasing noise of the Blacks, but every sound of a dog caused

it to stop and twist about its big ears and sensitive nose, as it sniffed and listened.

Soon Dot could see a great red glare of firelight through the trees ahead of their track, and she knew that in

If they had gone on their way it is possible that they would have slipped past the Blacks without danger. But

although the Kangaroo is as timid an animal as any in the bush, it is also very curious, and Dot's Kangaroo

wished to peep at the corroboree. She whispered to Dot that it would be nice for a little Human to see some

other Humans after being so long amongst bush creatures, and said, also, that there would be no great danger

in hopping to a rock that would command a view of the open ground where the corroboree was being held. Of

course Dot thought this would be great fun, so the Kangaroo took her to the rock, where they peeped through

Dot nearly screamed with fright at the sight. She had thought she would see a few Black folk, not a crowd of

such terrible people as she beheld. They did not look like human beings at all, but like dreadful demons, they

were so wicked and ugly in appearance. The men who were dancing were without clothes, but their black

bodies were painted with red and white stripes, and bits of down and feathers were stuck on their skin. Some

had only white stripes over the places where their bones were, which made them look like skeletons flitting

before the fire, or in and out of the surrounding darkness. The dancing men were divided from the rest of the

tribe by a row of fires, which, burning brightly, lit the horrid scene with a lurid red light. The firelight seemed

to make the ferocious faces of the dancers still more hideous. The tribe people were squatting in rows on the

ground, beating boomerangs and spears together, or striking bags of skin with sticks, to make an

accompaniment to the wailing song they sang. Sometimes the women would cease beating the skin bags, to

clap their hands and strike their sides, yelling the words of the corroboree song as the painted figures, like

It was a terrifying sight to Dot. "Oh, Kangaroo!" she whispered, "they are dreadful, horrid creatures."

"All Humans are the same underneath, they all kill kangaroos," said the Kangaroo. "Look there! they are

Dot looked once more at the hideous figures as they left the fire and behaved like actors in a play.

One of the Black fellows had come from a little bower of trees, and wore a few skins so arranged as

to make him look as much like a kangaroo as possible, whilst he worked a stick which he pretended was a

kangaroo's tail, and hopped about. The other painted savages were creeping in and out of the bushes with

their spears and boomerangs as if they were hunting, and the dressedup kangaroo made believe not to see

"What an idea of a kangaroo!" sniffed Dot's friend, "why, a real kangaroo would have smelt or heard those

Humans think themselves so clever, she continued, "but just see what bad kangaroos they make such a

simple thing to do, too! But their legs bend the wrong way for jumping, and that stick isn't any good for a tail,

and it has to be worked with those big, clumsy arms. Just see, too, how those skins fit! Why it's enough to

make a kangaroo's sides split with laughter to see such foolery!" Dot's friend peeped at the Black's acting

with the contempt to be expected of a real kangaroo, who saw human beings pretending to be one of those

noble animals. Dot thought the Kangaroo had never looked so grand before. She was so tall, so big, and yet

"Well, that's over!" remarked the Kangaroo, as one of the Blacks pretended to spear the dressedup Black

fellow, and all the rest began to dance around, whilst the sham kangaroo made believe to be dead. "Well, I

After more dancing to the singing and noise of the onlookers, a Black fellow came from the little bower in

the dim background, with a battered straw hat on, and a few rags tied round his neck and wrist, in imitation

of a collar and cuffs. The fellow tried to act the part of a white man, although he had no more clothes on than

the old hat and rags. But, after a great deal of dancing, he strutted about, pulled up the rag collar, made a great

fuss with his rag cuffs, and kept taking off his old straw hat to the other Black fellows, and to the rest of the

"Now this is better!" said the Kangaroo, with a smile. "It's very silly, but Willy Wagtail says that is just the

way Humans go on in the town. Black Humans can act being white Humans, but they are no good as

Dot thought that if men behaved like that in towns it must be very strange. She had not seen any like the

acting Black fellow at her cottage home. But she did not say anything, for it was quite clear in her little mind

that Black fellows, kangaroos, and willy wagtails had a very poor opinion of white people. She felt that they

must all be wrong; but, all the same, she sometimes wished she could be a noble kangaroo, and not a despised

"You are as nice now as my baby kangaroo," she said sadly, "but you will have to grow into a real white

Human. For some reason there have to be all sorts of creatures on the earth. There are hawks, snakes, dingoes

and humans, and no one can tell for what good they exist. They must have dropped on to this world by

mistake for another, where there could only have been themselves. After all," said the kind animal, "It

wouldn't do for every one to be a kangaroo, for I doubt if there would be enough grass; but you may become

"Never wear kangaroo leather boots never use kangaroo skin rugs, and," here it hesitated a little, as

"Never do what?" enquired Dot, anxious to know all that she should do, so as to be improved.

This conversation had been so serious to both Dot and the Kangaroo, that they had quite forgotten the

perilousness of their position. Perhaps this was because the kangaroo cannot think, but it quickly jumped to

Whilst they had been peeping at the corroborees, and talking, the dingo dogs that had been prowling around

the camp, had caught scent of the Kangaroo; and, following the trail, had set up an angry snapping and

The instant this sound was heard by the Kangaroo, she made an immense bound, and as she seemed to fly

through the bush, Dot could hear the sounds of the corroboree give place to a noise of shouting and disorder:

the dingo dogs and the Blacks were all in pursuit, and Dot's Kangaroo, with little Dot in her pouch, was

ITwas fortunate that the Kangaroo could not think of all that might befall them, or she never could have had

courage for the wonderful feats of jumping she performed. Poor little Dot, whose busy brain pictured all

kinds of terrible fates, was so overcome with fear that she seemed hardly to know what had, happened; and

The Kangaroo did not attempt to continue the upward ascent, but followed a slope of the rugged hill, leaping

from rock to rock. This was better than trying to escape where the trees and shrubs would have prevented her

making those astonishing bounds. But the clouds had left the moon clear for a while, so that the Black

fellows and dogs easily followed every movement, as they pursued the hunt on a smoother level below. The

Blacks were trying to hurry on, so as to cut off the Kangaroo's retreat at a spur of the hill, where, to get away,

she would have to leave the rocks and descend towards them. In the meantime Dot's ears were filled with the

sounds of snarling snaps from the dingo dogs, and hideous noises from the Blacks, encouraging the animals

to attack the Kangaroo. But what pained her most were the gasps and little moans of her good friend, as she

put such tremendous power into every leap she made for their lives; crashing through twigs, and scattering

Then Dot's busy little brain told her another thing, which made her more miserable. It was quite clear that the

poor Kangaroo was getting rapidly exhausted, owing to her having to bear Dot's weight. Her panting became

more and more distressing, and so did her sad moans and flecks of foam from her straining lips fell on Dot's

face and hands. Dot knew that her Kangaroo was trying to save her at the risk of her own life. Without the

little girl in her pouch, she might get away safely; but, with her to carry, they would both probably fall

"Kangaroo! Kangaroo!" she cried, "put me down; drop Dot anywhere, anywhere, but don't get killed

But all Dot heard was a little hissing sound from the brave animal, which sounded like, "Never again!"

"Together!" said the little hissing voice, as another great bound brought them to the spur of the hill; and then

In that moment Dot seemed to hear and see everything. They were perched on a rock, and the moonlight lit

all their surroundings like day. To the right was a deep black chasm, with a white foaming waterfall pouring

into the darkness below. In front was the same wide chasm, only less wide, and beyond it, on the other side of

the great yawning cleft in the earth, was a wild spread of morass country a gloomy, terriblelooking

place. To the left was a steep slope of small rocks and stones, leading downwards to the hollow of sedgy land

that fringed the cliffs of the chasm. The only retreat possible was to pass down this declivity, and try to

escape by the sedgy land, and this is what the Black huntsmen had expected. It was a very weird and desolate

place; and everything looked dark and dismal, under the moonlight, as it streamed between stormy black

clouds. In that light Dot could see the Blacks hurrying forward. Already one of the dogs had far outrun the

others, and with wolfish gait and savage sounds, was pressing towards their place of observation.

The panting, trembling Kangaroo saw the approaching dog, also, and down from the crag. As she dropped to

earth, she stooped, and quickly lifted Dot out of her pouch, and, almost before Dot could realize the

movement, she found herself standing alone, whilst the Kangaroo hopped forward to the front of a big

boulder, as if to meet the dog. Here the poor hunted creature took her stand, with her back close to the rock.

Gentle and timid as she was, and unfitted by nature to fight for her life against fierce odds, it was brave

indeed of the poor Kangaroo to face her enemies, prepared to do battle for the lives of little Dot and herself.

So noble did Dot's Kangaroo look in that desperate moment, standing erect, waiting for her foe, and

conquering her naturally frightened nature by a grand effort of courage, that it seemed impossible that either

dogs or men should be so cruel as to take her life. For a moment the dingo hound seemed daunted by her

bravery, and paused a little way off, panting, with its great tongue lolling out of its mouth. Dot could see its

sharp, wicked teeth gleaming in the moonlight. For a few seconds it hesitated to make the attack, and looked

back down the slope, to see if the other dogs were coming to help; but they were only just beginning the

ascent, and the shouting Black fellows were further off still. Then the dog could no longer control its savage

nature. It longed to leap at the poor Kangaroo's throat that pretty furry throat that Dot's arms had so often

encircled lovingly, and it was impatient to fix its terrible teeth there, and hold, and hold, in a wild struggle,

until the poor Kangaroo should gradually weaken from fear and exhaustion, and be choked to death. These

thoughts filled the dog with a wicked joy. It wouldn't wait any longer for the other dingo hounds. It wanted to

murder the Kangaroo all by itself; so, with a toss of its head, and a terrible snarl, it sprang forward

Dot clasped her cold hands together. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her little voice, choking with sobs,

could only wail, "Oh! dear Kangaroo! my dear Kangaroo! Don't kill my dear Kangaroo!" and she ran forward

But before the terrified little girl could reach the big rock, the dog had made its spring upon her friend. The

brave Kangaroo, instead of trying to avoid her fierce enemy, opened her little arms, and stood erect and tall to

receive the attack. The dog in its eagerness, and owing to the nature of the ground, misjudged the distance it

had to spring. It failed to reach the throat it had aimed at, and in a moment the Kangaroo had seized the

hound in a tight embrace. There was a momentary struggle, the dog snapping and trying to free itself, and the

Kangaroo holding it firmly. Then she used the only weapon she had to defend herself from dogs and men,

the long sharp claw in her foot. Whilst she held the dog in her arms, she raised her powerful leg, and with that

long, strong claw, tore open the dog's body. The dog yelped in pain as the Kangaroo threw it to the ground,

where it lay rolling in agony and dying; for the Kangaroo had given it a terrible wound. The other dogs were

still some distance below, and the cries of their companion caused them to pause in fear and wonder, while

the Black men could be seen advancing in the dim light, flourishing their spears and boomerangs. It was

impossible to retreat that way; and where Dot and her Kangaroo were, they were hemmed in by a rocky cliff

and the deep black chasm. The Kangaroo saw at a glance where lay their only chance of life. She picked up

Dot, placed her in her pouch, and without a word leaped forward towards that fearful gulf of darkness and

foaming waters. As they neared the spot, Dot saw that the hunted animal was going to try and leap across to

the other side. It seemed impossible that with one bound she could span that terrible place and reach the

sedged morass beyond; and still more impossible that it should be done by the poor animal with heavy Dot in

her pouch. Again Dot cried, "Oh! darling Kangaroo, leave me here, and save yourself. You can never, never

All she heard was something like "try," or "we'll die." She could not make out what the Kangaroo said, for

the crashing of the waterfall, the whistling of the. wind, and the scattering of stones as they dashed forward,

made such a storm of noises in her ears. She could see when they reached the grassy fringe of the precipice,

where the Kangaroo was able to quicken her pace, and literally seemed to fly to their fate. Then came the last

bound before the great spring. Dot held her breath, and a feeling of sickness came over her. Her head seemed

giddy, and she could not see, but she clasped her hands together and said, "God help my Kangaroo!" and then

she felt the fearful leap with the rush through the air. Yes! they had reached the other side. No! they had not

quite: what was the matter? What a struggle! stones falling, twigs and grasses wrenching, the courageous

Kangaroo fighting for a foothold on the very brink of the precipice. What a terrible moment! Every second

Dot felt sure they would fall backward and drop deep into the gully below, to be dashed to pieces on the

rocks and the tree tops. But God did help Dot's Kangaroo; the little reeds and rushes held tightly in the earth,

and the poor struggling animal, exerting all her remaining strength, gained the reedy slope safely. She

staggered forward a few reeling hops, and then fell to the earth like a dead creature. In an instant Dot was out

of the pouch and had her arm round the poor animal's neck, crying, as she saw blood and foam oozing from

"Don't die, dear Kangaroo! Oh, please don't die!" cried Dot, wringing her hands, and burying her face in the

The little girl didn't understand why the Kangaroo wanted her to make a noise, and she had, in her fear and

sorrow, quite forgotten their pursuers. But now she turned, and could hear the Blacks, urging on their dogs as

they were making an attempt to skirt round the precipice, and gain the other side of the chasm. So Dot did as

she was told, and screamed and cried like the most naughty of children; and the gasping Kangaroo told her to

Then what seemed to Dot a very terrifying thing happened; for she soon heard other cries mingle with hers.

From the desolate morass, and from the gully in darkness below, came the sound of a bellowing. She stopped

crying and listened, and could hear these awesome voices all around, and the echoes made them still more

hobgoblinish. The Kangaroo's eyes brightened, as she restrained her panting, and listened also. "Go on," she

said, "we're safe now," so Dot made more crying, and her noises and the others would have frightened anyone

who had heard them in that lonely place, with the wind storming in the trees, and the black clouds flying over

the moon. It frightened the Black fellows directly. They stopped in their headlong speed, shouting all together

in their shrill voices, "The Bunyip! the Bunyip!" and they tumbled over one another in their hurry to get away

from a place haunted, as they thought, by that wicked demon which they fear so much. At full speed they fled

back to their camp, with the sound of Dot's cries, and the mysterious bellowing noise, following them on the

breeze; and they never stopped running until they regained the light of their camp fires. There they told the

"Gins," in awestruck voices, how it had been no Kangaroo they had hunted, but the "Bunyip," who had

pretended to be one. And the Black gins' eyes grew wider and wider, and they made strange noises and

exclamations, as they listened to the story of how the "Bunyip" had led the huntsmen to that dreadful place.

How it had torn one of the dogs to pieces, and had leaped over the precipice into Dead Man's Gully, where it

had cried like a picaninny, and bellowed like a bull. No one slept in the camp that night, and early the next

morning the whole tribe went away, being afraid to remain so near the haunt of the dreaded "Bunyip."

Dot saw the flight of the Blacks in the dim distance, and told the good news to the Kangaroo, who, however,

was too exhausted to rejoice at their escape. She still lay where she had fallen, gasping, and with her tongue

In vain Dot caressed her, and called her by endearing names; she lay quite still, as if unable to hear or feel.

Dot's little heart swelled within her, and taking the poor animal's drooping head on her lap, she sat quite still

and tearless; waiting in that solitude for her one friend to die leaving her lonely and helpless.

Presently she was startled by hearing a brisk voice, "Then it was a human picaninny, after all! Well, my dear,

what are you doing here?" Dot turned her head without moving, and saw a little way behind her a brown bird

on long legs, standing with its feet close together, with the selfsatisfied air of a dancing master about to

Dot did not care for any other creature in the Bush just then but her Kangaroo, and the perky air of the bird

annoyed her in her sorrow. Without answering, she bent her head closer down to that of her poor friend, to

see if her eyes were still shut, and wondered if they would ever open and look bright and gentle again.

The little brown bird strutted with ail important air to where it had a better view of Dot and her companion,

and eyed them both in the same perky manner. "Friend Kangaroo's in a bad way," it said; "why don't you do

"Give it water, and damp its skin, of course," said the little Bird, contemptuously. "What fools Humans are,"

it exclaimed to itself. "And I suppose you will tell me there is no water here, when all the time you are sitting

"But I'm sitting on grass," said Dot, now fully attentive to the bird's remarks.

"Well, booby," sneered the bird, "and under the grass is wet moss, which, if you make a hole in it, will fill

with water. Why! I'd do it myself, in a moment, only your claws are better suited for the purpose than mine.

In an instant Dot did what the bird directed, and thrust her little hands into the soft grass roots and moss, out

of which water pressed, as if from a sponge. She had soon made a little hole, and the most beautiful clear

water welled up into it at once. Then, in the hollows of her little hands, she collected it, and dashed it over the

Kangaroo's parched tongue, and, further instructed by the kindly though rude little bird, she had soon well

wetted the suffering animal's fur. Gradually the breathing of the Kangaroo became less of an effort, her

tongue moistened and returned to the mouth, and at last Dot saw with joy the brown eyes open, and she knew

that her good friend was not going to die, but would get well again. Whilst all this took place, the little brown

bird stood on one leg, with its head cocked on one side, watching the Kangaroo's recovery with a comic

expression of curiosity and conceit. When it spoke to Dot, it did so without any attempt at being polite, and

Dot thought it the strangest possible creature, because it was really very kind in helping to save the

Kangaroo's life, and yet it seemed to delight in spoiling its kindheartedness by its rudeness. Afterwards the

Kangaroo told her that the little Bittern is a really tenderhearted fellow, but he has an idea that kindness in

rather small creatures provokes the contempt of the big ones. As he always wants to be thought a bigger bird

than he is, he pretends to be hardhearted by being rough; consequently, nearly all the Bush creatures simply

regard him as a rude little bird, because bad manners are no proof of being grown up; rather the contrary.

"How do you feel now?" asked the Bittern, as the Kangaroo presently struggled up and squatted rather feebly

"I'm better now," said the Kangaroo, "but, dear me! how everything seems to dance up and down!" She shut

"That was rather a good jump of yours," said the Bittern, patronizingly, as if jumps for life like that of Dot's

"Ah! I remember!" said the Kangaroo, opening her eyes again and looking round. "Where is Dot?"

"Umph! that silly!" exclaimed the Bittern, as Dot came forward, and she and the Kangaroo rejoiced over each

other's safety. "Much good she'd have been to you with the Blacks, and their dogs after you, if we Bitterns

hadn't played that old trick of ours of scaring them with our big voices. He! he! he!" it chuckled, "how they

did run when we tuned up! They thought the Bunyip had got them this time. Didn't we laugh!"

"It was very good of you," said the Kangaroo gratefully, "and it is not the first time you have saved

Kangaroos by your cleverness. I didn't know you Bitterns were near, so I told Dot to make a noise in the hope

The Bittern was really touched by the Kangaroo's gratitude, and was delighted at being called clever, so it

became still more ungracious. "You needn't trouble me with thanks," it said indifferently, "we didn't do it to

save you, but for our own fun. As for that little stupid," it continued, with a nod of the head towards Dot, "her

"But you were very kind," said Dot, "and showed me how to get water to save Kangaroo's life."

The Bittern was greatly pleased at this praise, and in consequence it got still ruder, and making a face at Dot,

exclaimed, "yah!" and stalked off. But when it had gone a few steps it turned round and said to the Kangaroo,

roughly, "If you hop that way, keeping to the side of the sedges, and go half a dozen small hops beyond that

white gum tree, you'll find a little cave. It's dry and warm, and good enough for Kangaroos." And without

THE Kangaroo, hopping very weakly, and little Dot trudging over the oozy ground, followed the Bittern's

directions and found the cave, which proved a very snug retreat. Here they lay down together, full of

happiness at their escape, and worn out with fatigue and excitement, they were soon fast asleep.

The next day, before the sun rose, the Bittern visited the cave. "Hullo, you precious lazy pair! I've been over

there," and it tossed its beak in the direction of the Blacks' camp. "They're off northward. Too frightened to

stay. I thought you might like the news brought you, since you're too lazy to get it for yourselves!" and off it

"Now isn't he a kind little fellow?" said the Kangaroo; " that's his way of telling us that we are safe."

"Thanks, Bittern! thanks!" they both cried, but the creamy brown bird paid no attention to their gratitude: it

All that day the Kangaroo and Dot stayed near the cave, so that the poor animal might get quite well again.

The Kangaroo said she did not know that part of the country, and so she had better get her legs again before

they faced fresh dangers. Neither of them was so bright and merry as before. The weather was showery, and

Dot kept thinking that perhaps she would never get home, now she had been so long away, and she kept

"I am thinking of the last time before this that I was hunted. It was then I lost my baby Kangaroo," she

"Oh! you poor dear thing!" exclaimed Dot, "and have you been hunted before last night?"

"Yes," said the Kangaroo with a little weary sigh. "It was just a few days before I found you. White Humans

"I escaped then," said the Kangaroo, settling herself on her haunches to tell the tale, "in a way I could have

"There is not much to tell," said the Kangaroo. "My little Joey was getting quite big, and we were very happy.

It was a lovely Joey. It was so strong, and could jump so well for its size. It had the blackest of little noses

and hands and tail you ever saw, and big soft ears which heard more quickly than mine. All day long I taught

it jumping, and we played and were merry from sunrise to sunset. Until that day I had never been sad, and I

thought all the creatures must be wrong to say that in this beautiful world there could be such cruel beings as

they said White Humans were. That day taught me I was wrong, and I know now that the world is a sad place

because Humans make it so; although it was made to be a happy place. We were playing on the side of a

plain that day, and our game was hide and seek in the long grass. We were having great fun, when suddenly

little Joey said, 'Strange creatures are coming, big ones.' I hopped up to the stony rise that fringed the plain,

and I thought as I did so that I could hear a new sound on the breeze. Joey hid in the grass, but I went boldly

into the open on the hillside to see where the danger was. I saw, far off, Humans on their big animals that go

so quickly, and directly I hopped into the open, they raised a great noise like the Blacks did last night, and I

could see by the movement in the grass that they had those dreadful dogs they teach to kill us : they are far

worse than dingoes. Joey heard the shouting and bounded into my pouch, and I went off as fast as I could. It

was a worse hunt than last night, for it was longer, and there was no darkness to help me. I gradually got

ahead in the chase, and I knew if I were alone I could distance them all; for we had seen them a long way off.

But little Joey was heavy, though not so heavy as you are, and in the long distance I began to feel weak, as I

did last night. I knew if I tried to go on as we were, that those cruel Humans (doing nothing but sit quietly on

those big beasts, which have four legs and never get tired) would overtake us, and their dogs (which carry no

weight and go so fast) would tear me down before their masters even arrived, for I was going gradually

slower. So I asked Joey if I dropped him into a soft bush whether he would hide until I came back for him. It

was our only chance. I had an idea that if I did that he would be safe even if I got killed; as they would be

more likely to follow me, and never think I had parted from my little Joey. So we did this, and I crossed a

creek, which put the hounds off the scent, and I got away. In the dusk I came back again to find Joey, but he

had gone, and I could not find a trace of him. All night and all day I searched, but I've never seen my Joey

Dot could not speak all she felt. She was so sorry for the Kangaroo, and so ashamed of being a Human. She

realised too, how good and forgiving this dear animal was; how she had cared for her, and nearly died to save

"When I grow up," she said, "I will never let anyone hurt a bush creature. They shall all be happy where I

"But there are so many Humans. They're getting to be as many as Kangaroos." said the animal reflectively,

THE fourth day of Dot's wanderings in the Bush dawned brightly. The sun arose in a sky all gorgeous in gold

and crimson, and flashed upon a world glittering with dewy freshness. Sweet odours from the aromatic bush

filled the air, and every living creature made what noise it could, to show its joy in being happy and free in

the beautiful Bush. Rich and gurgling came the note of the magpies, the jovial Kookooburras saluted the sun

with rollicking laughter, the crickets chirruped, frogs croaked in chorus, or solemnly "popped" in deep

vibrating tones, like the ring of a woodman's axe. Every now and then came the shriek of the plover, or the

shrill cry of the peeweet; and gayer and more lively than all others was the merry clattering of the big bush

As soon as the Kangaroo heard the Bush Wagtail, she and Dot hurried away to find him. No Christy Minstrel

rattling his bones ever made a merrier sound. "Clickiticlack, clickiticlack, clack, clack, clack, clack,

clickiticlack," he rattled away as fast as he could, just as if he hadn' t a moment to waste for taking

breath, and as if the whole lovely world was made for the enjoyment of Bush Wagtails.

When Dot and the Kangaroo found him, he was swaying about on a branch, spreading his big tail like a fan,

and clattering gaily; but he stopped in surprise as soon as he saw his visitors.

After greetings, he opened the conversation by talking of the weather, so as to conceal his astonishment at

"Lovely weather after the rain," he said; "the showers were needed very much, for insects were getting

scarce, and I believe grass was rank, and not very plentiful. There will be a green shoot in a few days, which

will be very welcome to Kangaroos. I heard about you losing your Joey my cousin told me. I was very

sorry; so sad, Ah! well, such things will happen in the Bush to anyone. We were most fortunate in our brood;

none of the chicks fell out of the nest, every one of them escaped the Butcher Birds and were strong of wing.

Then the vivacious bird came a little nearer to the Kangaroo, and, dropping his voice, said:

"But, friend Kangaroo, I'm sorry to see you've taken up with Humans. You know I have quite set my face

against being on familiar terms with them, although my cousin is intimate with the whole race. Take my word

for it, they're most uncertain friends. Two Kookooburras were shot last week, in spite of Government

protection. Fact!" And as the bird spoke he nodded his head warningly towards the place where Dot was

"This little Human has been lost in our Bush," said the Kangaroo; "one had to take care of her, you know."

"Of course, of course; there are exceptions to all rules," chattered the Wagtail. "And so this is really the lost

little Human there has been such a fuss about !" added he, eyeing Dot, and making a long whistle of surprise.

"Then your cousin, Willy Wagtail, knows her lost way," said the Kangaroo joyfully, and Dot came a little

"Of course he does," answered the bird; "there's nothing happens that he doesn't know. You should have

"I didn't know where to find him," said the Kangaroo, "and I got into this country, which is new to me."

"Why he is in the same part that he nested in last season. It's no distance off," exclaimed the Wagtail. "If you

could fly, you'd be there almost directly!" Then the bird gave a long description of the way they were to

follow to find his cousin Willy, and with many warm thanks the Kangaroo and Dot bade him adieu.

As they left the Bush Wagtail they could hear him singing this song, which shows what a merry, happy

"Clickiti, clickiticlack! Clack! clack! clack! clack! Who could cry in such weather, 'alack!' With a sky

so blue, and a sun so bright, Sing 'winter, winter, winter is back!' Sportive in flight, chatter delight,

"I'm so glad that I have the knack Of singing clack! clack! clack! If you wish to be happy, just follow my

track, Take this for a motto, this for a code, Sing 'winter, winter, winter is back!' Leave care to a toad, and

They had no difficulty in following the Wagtail's directions. They soon struck a creek they had been told to

pursue to its end, and about noon they found themselves in very pretty country. It reminded Dot of the

Journey they had made to find the Platypus, for there were the same beautiful growths of fern and shrubs.

There were also great trailing creepers which hung down like ropes from the tops of the tall trees they had

climbed. These ropelike coils of the creepers made capital swings, and often Dot clambered into one of the

big loops and sat swinging herself to and fro, laughing and singing, much to the delight and amusement of the

"Swing! swing! a bird on the wing Is not more happy than I! Stooping to earth, and seeking the sky. Swing!

swing! swing! See how high upward I fly! Here, midst the leaves I swing; Then, as fast to my swing I cling,

Down I come from the sky!. Swing! swing! a bird on the wing Is not more happy than I!"

Thus sang little Dot, tossing herself backwards and forwards, and the Kangaroo, squatting below, came to the

conclusion that there was something very sweet about little Humans, and that Dot was certainly quite as nice

In the middle of one of these little swinging diversions, a bird about the size of a pigeon, with the most

wonderfully shiny plumage, flew to the tree from which Dot's creeper swing hung. Dot was so struck by the

bird's beautiful blueblack glossy appearance, and its brightly contrasting yellow beak and legs, that she

"We heard you singing, and we thought, therefore, that you probably enjoy parties, so I have come to invite

you to one of our assemblies which will take place shortly. Friend Kangaroo, we know, is of a somewhat

serious nature, but probably she will do us the pleasure of accompanying you to our little entertainment."

"I shall have great pleasure in doing so," said the Kangaroo; "I have not been to any of your parties for a long

"We heard all about it," replied the Bower Bird in a tone of exaggerated, almost ridiculous sadness, for it was

so anxious that the Kangaroo should think that it felt very deeply for her loss. "We were in the middle of a

meeting at the time the Wallaby brought the news, and we were so sad that we nearly broke up our assembly.

But it would have been a pity to do so, really, as the young birds enjoy themselves so much at the 'Bower of

Pleasure.' But," said the Satin Bird, with a sudden change of tone from extreme sorrow to one of vivacious

Dot jumped down from the swing, and she and the Kangaroo, guided by the Satin Bird, made their way

through some very thickly grown bush. The bird was certainly right in saying that they would never have

found the Bower of Pleasure without a guide. It was carefully concealed in the most densely grown scrub. As

they were pushing their way through a thicket of shrubs, before reaching the open space where the Satin

Birds' bower was built, they beard an increasing noise of birds all talking to one another. The din of this

chattering was enhanced considerably by the shrill sounds of tree frogs and crickets, and the hubbub made

"This will be a very pleasant party," said the Satin Bird, "there is plenty of conversation, so everyone's in a

"Do you think anyone is listening, or are they all talking?" enquired the Kangaroo timidly.

"Nobody would attempt to listen," answered the Satin Bird, "it would be impossible against the music of the

"I should tell the tree frogs and crickets to be quiet," said Dot, "no one seems to care for their music."

"Oh, without music it would be very dull," explained the Satin Bird, " no one would care to talk. You

Dot thought it a most curious sight. In the middle of an open space the birds had built the flooring of twigs,

and upon that they had erected a bower about three feet high, also constructed of twigs interwoven with grass,

"It's a new bower, and more commodious than our last," said the Satin Bird with an air of great satisfaction.

In a temporary lull of the frog and cricket band and the conversation, Dot and the Kangaroo praised the

bower and its decorations, and enquired politely how the birds had managed to procure such a collection of

ornaments for their pleasure hall. Several young bower birds came and joined in the chat, and Dot was

surprised to see how different their plumage was from the satin blueblack of the old birds. These younger

members of the community were of a greenish yellow colour, with dark pencillings on their feathers, and had

Each of them pointed out some ornament that it had brought with which to deck the bower. One had brought

the pink feathers of a Galah, which had been stuck here and there amongst the twigs. Others had collected the

delicate shells of land snails, and put them round about the entrance. But the birds that were proudest of their

contributions were those who had picked up odds and ends at the camps of bushmen.

"That beautiful bright thing I brought from a camp a mile away," said a bird, indicating a tag from a cake of

"But it isn't so pretty as mine," said another, pointing to the glass stopper of a sauce bottle.

"Or mine," chimed in another bird, as it claimed a bright piece of tin from a milkcan that was inserted in the

"Nonsense, children!" said a grave old Satin Bird, "your trifles are not to be compared with that beautiful

object I found today and arranged along the top of the bower. The effect is splendid !"

As he spoke, Dot observed that, twined amidst the topmost twigs of the construction was a strip of red flannel

from an old shirt, a bedraggled red rag that must have been found in an extinct camp fire, judging by its

The day Dot had lost her way she had been threading beads, and she still had upon her finger a ring of the

pretty coloured pieces of glass. She saw the old Satin Bird look at this ring longingly, so she pulled it off, and

begged that it might be added to the other decorations. It was instantly given the place of honour over the

This gift from Dot caused an immediate flow of conversation, because every bird was pleased to have

something to talk about. They all began to say how beautiful the beads were. "Quite too lovely!" said one.

"What a charming little Human!" exclaimed another. "Just the finish that our bower required," was a general

remark, and a great many kept exclaiming, " So tasteful!" " So sweet! " "How elegant!" " Exquisite!" " It's a

love!" "It's a dear!" and so on. A great deal more was said, but the oldest bower bird, thinking that all the

adjectives were getting used up, told the frogs and crickets to start the music again, so as to keep the

Presently the younger birds flew down to the bower, and began to play and dance. Like a troop of children,

they ran round and round the bower, and to and fro through it, gleefully chasing each other. Then they would

assemble in groups, and hop up and down, and dance to one another in what Dot thought a rather awkward

fashion ; but she was thinking of the elegance and grace of the Native Companions, who can make beautiful

movements with their long legs and necks, whilst these little bower birds are rather ungainly in their steps.

What amused her was to see how the young cock birds showed off to the little hens. They were conceited

fellows, and only seemed happy when they had five or six little hens looking admiringly at their every

movement. At such times they would dance and hop with great delight; and the little hens, in a circle round

them, watched their hops and steps with absorbed interest. Immensely pleased with himself, the young dancer

would fluff out his feathers, so as to look as big as possible, and after strutting about, would suddenly shoot

out a leg and a wing, first on one side and then on the other, then spring high into the air, and do a sort of step

dance when his feet touched the earth again. Endless were the tricks he resorted to, to show off his feathers

and dancing to the best advantage; and the little hens watched it all with silent intentness.

In the meantime the frogs and crickets stopped to rest, and Dot could hear the conversation of some of the old

birds perched near her. A little party of elderly hens were discussing the young birds who were dancing at the

"I must say I don't admire that new step which is becoming so popular amongst the young birds," said one

elderly hen; and all her companions rustled their feathers, closed their beaks tightly, and nodded their heads

in various ways. One said it was "rough," another that it was "ungainly," and others that it was "unmannerly."

"As for manners," said the first speaker, "the bower birds of this day can't be said to have any!" and all her

"In my young day," continued the elderly hen, and all the group were sighing, "Ah! in our young days!" when

a young hen perched on a bough above them, and interrupted pertly, "Dear me, can't you good birds find

anything more interesting to talk about than ancient history?" At this the group of gossips whispered angrily

to one another, "Minx!" "Hussy!" "Wild cat!" etc., and the rude young bird flew back to her companions.

"What I object to most in young birds," said another elderly hen, "is their appearance. Some of them do

nothing all day but preen their feathers. Look at the overstudied arrangements of their wing flights, and the

affected exactness of their tall feathers! One looks in vain for sweetness and simplicity in the presentday

"Even that is better than the newer fashion of scarcely preening the feathers at all," observed another of the

group. "Many of the young birds take no pride in their feathers whatever, but devote all their time to studying

the habits of outofthe way insects." A chorus of disapproval from all present supported this remark.

"Studies that interfere with a young hen's appearance should not be permitted," said one bird.

"What is the good of knowing all about insects, when we live on berries and fruit!" exclaimed another.

"I am thankful to say all my little hens care for nothing beyond playing at the Bower and preening their

feathers," said an affectionate bower bird mother. "They get a deal of attention paid to them."

No young Satin Bird would look at a learned little bowerhen, said the bird who had first objected to untidy

and studious young hens. "For my part, I never allow a chick of mine even to mention insects, unless they are

Dot thought this chattering very stupid, so she went round a bush to where the old fathers of the bower birds

were perched. They were grave old fellows, arrayed in their satin blueblack plumage, and she found them

"Birds at our time of life should not have to attend parties," said several, and Dot wondered why they came.

"How are you, old neighbour?" said one to another. "Terribly bored!" was the reply. "How long must we stay,

do you think?" asked another. "Oh! until these young fools have finished amusing themselves," answered its

friend. The only satin birds who seemed to Dot to be interested in one another, were some engaged in

discussing the scarcity of berries and the wrongs done to bower birds by White Humans destroying the wild

fig and lillipilli trees. This grievance, and the question as to what berries or figs agreed best with each old

Dot soon tired of listening to the birds, and returned to the Kangaroo, who asked her if she cared to stay

longer. The little girl said she had seen and heard enough, and, judging by this one, she didn't care for parties.

"Neither do I," whispered the Kangaroo; "they make me feel tired; and, somehow, they seem to remind one of

"Is it gay?" enquired Dot, hesitating a little in her speech, for she had felt rather dull and miserable.

"Well, everyone says it's gay, and there is always a deal of noise, so I suppose it is, " answered the Kankaroo.

"I'd rather be in your pouch, so let us go away," entreated Dot; and they left the bower place without any of

the birds noticing their departure, for they were all busy gossiping, or discussing the great berry or digestion

It was towards evening when they reached an open plain, and here they met an Emu. As both Dot and the

"Do you think it will be safe to drink tonight;" enquired the Kangaroo anxiously.

"Well, to tell the truth," said the Emu lightly, "it is likely to be a little difficult. There is a somewhat strained

feeling between the White Humans and ourselves just now. In consequence, we have to resort to a little

strategy on our visits to the tanks, and we avoid eating anything tempting left about at camping places."

"They are doing something of the kind, we think," answered the Emu airily, "for some of us have had most

unpleasant symptoms after picking up morsels at camping grounds. Several have died. We were quite

surprised, for hitherto there has been no better cure for Emu indigestion than wire nails, hoop iron, and

preserved milk cans. The worst symptoms have yielded to scraps of barbed wire in my own case. But these

"But I heard," said the Kangaroo, "that Emus were protected by the Government. I never understood why."

"We are protected," said the huge bird, "because we form part of the Australian Arms."

"True," said the bird, "but the Humans can make some money out of you when you are dead, whereas we

serve no purpose at all, excepting alive, when we add a charm to the scenery; and, moreover, each of our eggs

will make a pound cake. But the time will come, friend, when there will be neither Emu nor Kangaroo for

Australia's Arms; no creature will be left to represent the land but the Bunny rabbit and the Sheep."

"You have not studied them as we have," answered the Emu. " They are most entertaining. We have great fun

with them, and we've learnt some capital sheep games from those dogs Humans drive them with. It's really

exciting to drive a big mob, when they want to break and scatter. We were chasing them, here and there, all

"So they are," agreed the Emu, "and that is what puzzles me. What is it about the sight of sheep that excites

one so? When one gets into a big flock, one has to dance, one can't help oneself. We had a great dance in a

flock today, and the lambs would get under our feet, so I'm sorry to say a good many of them were killed."

"We know it," chuckled the Emu; "that is why the tank is not quite safe just now. But this evening I will show

you a new plan by which to learn if Humans are camped at a tank, or not. We have played the trick with great

Conversing thus, the Emu, the Kangaroo, and Dot wandered on until the Emu requested them to wait for a

It presently returned and said that it felt quite suspicious, because everything looked so clear and safe. "From

his point of high ground," said the bird, "you can watch our proceedings. I will now give the signal and return

The Emu then ran at a great pace along the edge of the plain, and emitted a strange rattling cry. After

disappearing from sight for a time, it returned hurriedly to where Dot and her friend were waiting.

Dot's eyes were not so keen of sight as those of an Emu; but she thought she could see something like a little

cloud of dust, far, far away across the dry brown grass of the plain. Soon she was quite sure that the little

cloud was advancing towards her side of the plain, and in the direction of the tank. As it came nearer she

could see the bobbing heads of Emus, popping up above the dust, and she could see some of the birds running

"But what are the Emus doing with the sheep?" asked Dot and the Kangaroo, now fully interested in the

"They are driving them to water at the tank," said the bird, highly delighted with the scheme. "The sheep will

soon know that they are near water, and will go to it without driving. Then we shall watch, and if they quietly

drink and scatter, it will be safe for us, but if they see anything unusual and break, and run well, we shan't

drink at the tank to night. There will be Humans and dogs there, and we don't cultivate their society just

"Really that is the cleverest thing I have heard for a long time," said the Kangaroo, full of admiration for the

"The idea sprang upon us," answered the Emu, with an immense hop in the air, and a dancing movement

when it came to the ground again. "Dear me!" it exclaimed, "the sight of those sheep is beginning to excite

me, and I can hardly keep still! I wonder what there is so exciting about sheep!"

Dot could now see the advancing flock of sheep, with their attendant mob of Emu, quite well. The animals

had got scent of the water, and with contented bleatings were slowly moving with a rippling effect across the

dusty plain. The mob of Emu soon left the sheep to go their own way, and, grouped in a cluster, watched,

Dot, the Kangaroo, and the Emu looked towards the tank with silent interest. "I'm stationed here," whispered

the bird, "to give a warning in case there is any danger in this direction. Emu are posted all round the tank on

Dot could see the whole scene well, for beyond a few low shrubs on the opposite side of the sheet of water,

there was no sheltering bush near the great tank which had been excavated on the bare plain.

Onward came the sheep, and quite stationary in the distance remained the Emu mob. Just as the first sheep

were descending the deep slope of the tank, a Plover rose from amongst the bushes with a shrill cry. The Emu

started at the sound, and whispered to the Kangaroo, "There'll be no drink tonight: watch!"

The cry of the Plover seemed to arrest the advance of the timid sheep: they waited in a closely packed flock,

looking around. But presently the old leader gave a deep bleat, and they moved forward towards the water.

"Shriek! Shriek!" cried the Plover from the bushes, screaming as they rose and flew away; and suddenly the

flock of sheep broke and hurried back to the open plain. At the same instant Dot could hear the sharp barking

of a sheep dog, a noise that produced an instant effect on the creatures she was with. With lightning speed the

Kangaroo had popped her into her pouch and was hopping away, and the Emu was striding with its long legs

Just as they entered the Bush shelter, Dot peeped out of the pouch, across the plain, and could see the mob of

When they had reached a place of safety, the friendly Emu bid the Kangaroo and Dot good night. "We shall

have to be thirsty tonight," it said, "but there will be a heavy dew, and the grass will be wet enough to cool

one's mouth. That pretty trick of ours was such a success that it is almost worth one's while to lose one's drink

in proving it." Turning to Dot it said, "You will be able to tell the big Humans that we Emus are not such

fools as they think, and that we find their flocks of silly sheep most useful and entertaining animals."

Chuckling to itself, the Emu strode off, leaving Dot and the Kangaroo to pass another night in the solitudes of

THE next day they travelled a long distance. At about noon they came to a part of the Country which the

Kangaroo said she well knew. "But we must be careful," she added, "as we are very near Humans in this

As Dot was tired (for she had had to walk much more than usual) the Kangaroo suggested that she should rest

at the pretty spot they had reached, whilst she herself went in search of Willy Wagtail. Dot had to promise the

Kangaroo over and over again, not to leave the spot during her absence. She was afraid lest the little girl

After many farewells, and much hopping back to give Dot warnings, and make promises of returning soon,

the Kangaroo went in search of Willy Wagtail; and the little girl was left all alone.

Dot looked for a nice shady nook, in which to lie down and rest; and she found the place so cheerful and

pretty, that she was not afraid of being alone. She was in the hollow of an old watercourse. It was rather like

an English forest glade, it was so open and grassy; and here and there were pretty shrubs, and little hillocks

and hollows. At first Dot thought that she would sit on the branch of a huge tree that had but recently fallen,

and lay forlornly clothed in withered leaves; but opposite to this dead giant of the Bush was a thick shrub

with a decayed tree stump beside it, that made a nice sheltered corner which she liked better. So Dot laid

herself down there, and in a few minutes she was fast asleep; though, as she dropped off into the land of

dreams, she thought how wonderfully quiet that little glade was, and felt somewhat surprised to find no Bush

Some time before Dot woke, her dreams became confused and strange. There seemed to be great crowds of

them, and the murmur of many voices talking together. As she gradually awakened, she realised that the

voices were real, and not a part of her dreams. There was a great hubbub, a fluttering of wings, and rustling of

leaves and grass. Through all this confusion, odd sentences became clear to her drowsy senses. Such phrases

as, "You'd better perch here?" "This isn't your place!" "Go over there!" "No! no! I'm sure I'm right! the

Welcome Swallow says so." "Has anyone gone for the opossum?" "He says the Court ought to be held at

night!" "Don't make such a noise or you will wake the prisoner!" "Who is to be the judge?" This last enquiry

provoked such a noise of diverse opinions, that Dot became fully awake, and sitting up, gazed around with

When she had fallen asleep there had not been a creature near her; but now she was literally hemmed in on

every side by birds and small animals. The branches of the fallen tree were covered with a feathered

company, and in the open space between it and Dot's nook, was a constantly increasing crowd of larger birds,

such as cranes, plover, duck, turkeybuzzards, black swan, and amongst them a great grave Pelican. The

animals were few, and apparently came late. There was a little timid Wallaby, a Bandicoot, some Kangaroo

Rats, a shy Wombat who grumbled about the daylight, as also did a Native Bear and an Opossum, who were

Dot was wide awake at once with delight. Nearly every creature she had ever heard of seemed to be present,

and the brilliant colours of the parrots and parrakeets made the scene as gay as a rainbow in a summer

This greeting from Dot caused an instant silence amongst the creatures, and she could not help seeing that

they looked very uncomfortable. There was soon a faint whispering from bird to bird, which rose higher and

higher, until Dot made out that they were all saying, "She ought to be told!" "You tell her!" "No, you tell her

yourself, it's not my business!" and every bird for it was the birds who by reason of their larger numbers

took the lead in the proceedings seemed to be trying to shift an unpleasant task upon its neighbours.

Presently the solemn Pelican waddled forward and stood before Dot, saying to the assemblage, "I will explain

our presence." Addressing the little girl it said, "We are here to place you on trial for the wrongs we Bush

creatures have suffered from the cruelties of White Humans. You will meet with all fairness in your trial, as

the proceedings will be conducted according to the custom of your own Courts of justice. The Welcome

Swallow, having built its nest for three successive seasons under the caves of the Gabblegabble Court House,

is deeply learned in human law business, and will instruct us how to proceed. Your conviction will, therefore,

All the birds clapped their wings in applause at the conclusion of this speech, and the Pelican was told by the

"You've got to get the prisoner convicted as guilty, whether she is so or not," answered the Swallow, making

"Oh!" said the Pelican, doubtfully; and all the creatures looked at one another as if they didn't quite

"But," said the Pelican, hesitating a little, "suppose I don't think the prisoner guilty? She seems very small,

"That doesn't matter at all, you've got to get her made out as guilty by the jury. It's good human law," snapped

the Swallow, and all the creatures said "Oh!" "Now for the defence," said the Swallow briskly; "there ought

"She's a bigger Human than the rest, and everybody's business is her business, so she's always going to law."

"You are the one for the defence!" said the Swallow, quite delighted, as were all the other creatures, at the

Magpie's accomplishment; "you must save the prisoner from the jury finding her guilty."

"But," objected the Magpie, " how can I? when only last fruit season my brother, and two sisters, and six

"That doesn't matter! you've got to get her off, I tell you!" said the Swallow, irritably; "go over there, and ask

her what you are to say." So the Magpie flew over to Dot's side, and she at once began to teach it the rest of

"Do you?" said the Magpie with surprise. "It seems to me very slow, and there's no sense in it."

"Why are the birds all perching together over there?" asked Dot, pointing to a branch of the dead tree, "since

they all hate one another and want to get away. The Galahs have pecked the Butcher Bird twice in five

minutes, the Peeweet keeps quarrelling with the Soldier Bird, and none of them can bear the English

"The Swallow says that's the jury," answered the Magpie. "Their business is to do just what they like with

you when all the talking is done, and whether they find you guilty or not, will depend on if they are tired, or

hungry, and feel cross; or if the trial lasts only a short time, and they are pleased with the grubs that will be

"How funny," said Dot, not a bit alarmed at all these preparations for her trial, for she loved all the creatures

"If this is human law," said the Magpie, "it isn't funny at all; it is mad, or wicked. Fancy my having to defend

At this point of their conversation, the illfeeling amongst the jury broke out into open fighting, because the

English Sparrow was a foreigner, and they said that it would certainly sympathise with the Humans who had

brought it to Australia. This was just an excuse to get rid of it. The Sparrow said that it wanted to go out of

the jury, and had never wished to belong to it, and flew away joyfully. Then all the rest of the jury grumbled

at the good luck of the Sparrow in getting out of the trial for they could see it picking up grass seed and

enjoying itself greatly, whilst they were all crowded together on one branch, and were feeling hungry before

There was great suspense and quiet while the Judge was being chosen. Although Dot had eaten the berries of

understanding, it was generally considered that, to be quite fair, the judge must be able to understand human

The Cockatoo lost no time in clambering "into position" on the stump near Dot. "You're quite sure you

understand human talk?" said the little Wallaby to the Cockatoo. It was the first remark he had made, for he

"My word! yes," replied the Cockatoo, who had been taught in a public refreshment room. Then, thinking

that he would give a display of his learning, he elevated his sulphur crest and gabbled off, "Go to Jericho!

Twenty to one on the favourite! I'm your man! Now then, ma'am; hurry up, don't keep the coach awaiting!

All the creatures present looked gravely at Dot, to see what effect this harangue in her own language would

have upon her, and were somewhat surprised to see her holding her little sides, and rolling about with

The Cockatoo was quite annoyed at Dot's amusement. He fluffed out all his feathers, and let off a scream that

could have been heard a quarter of a mile away. This seemed to impress every one with his importance, and

At this moment the Swallow skimmed overhead, and having caught the words "God save the Queen," called

out, "That's the way to do it! keep that up" and the Cockatoo, thinking that the Swallow meant him to scream

still more, set up another yell, which he continued until everyone felt deafened by the noise.

"We have chosen quite the right Judge," said an elegant blue crane to a wild duck; "he will make himself

heard and respected." Whereat the Cockatoo winked at the Crane, and said, "You bet I will!"

The Pelican now advanced to the space before the stump, and there was a murmur of excitement, because it

was about to open the trial by a recital of wrongs done to the Bush creatures by white humanity.

Dot could not realise that she was being tried seriously, and was delighted that the Pelican had come nearer to

her stump, so that she had a better view of him. She thought him such an old, old looking bird, with his big

bald head, and gigantic beak. She could not help thinking that his beak must be too heavy for him, and asked

The Pelican did not understand Dot's kindness, and gave her a look of offended dignity that was quite

withering; so Dot did not speak to him again; but she longed to feel if the bag of skin that drooped under his

beak had anything in it. The Pelican's legs seemed to Dot to be too frail and short to bear such a big bird, not

to mention the immense beak; and, when the creature stood on one leg only, she laughed; whereat the Pelican

gave her another offended look, which effectually prevented their becoming friends.

The Pelican was beginning to open his beak to speak (and, being such a large beak, opening it took some

time), when the Welcome Swallow fussed into court, and said that "nothing could be done until they had

This interruption, and the Swallow's repeated assurance that no human trial of importance could take place

without horsehair, set all the creatures chattering with astonishment and questions. Some said the Swallow

was joking; others said that it was making senseless delays, and that night would fall before they could bring

the prisoner to justice. There was much grumbling on all sides, and complaints of hunger, and the jury began

to clamour for the grubs that they had been promised, at which the Magpie whispered to Dot that she

certainly would be found guilty. The fact was now quite clear to the jury before the trial began.

"Don't you see for yourselves," squeaked the Swallow, excitedly; "the judge looks like a Cockatoo."

"Well, of course he does," said all the creatures. "He is a Cockatoo, so he looks like one!"

"Yes," cried the Swallow, "but you must stick horse hairs on his head. Human justice must be done with

horsehair. The prisoner won't believe the Cockatoo is a judge without. Good Gracious!" exclaimed the

Swallow, "just look! The prisoner is scratching the judge's poll! We really must have horsehair!"

Dot, seeing the Swallow's indignation, drew away from the stump, and the Cockatoo tried to look as if he had

never seen her before, and as if the idea of having his poll scratched by the prisoner was one that could never

"But, if we do put horsehair on the Cockatoo's head," argued the creatures, "what will it do?"

"Because the Cockatoo won't look like a Cockatoo," replied the Swallow, with exasperation.

Perfect silence followed this explanation, for every bird and animal was trying to understand human sense

"If," said the Kangaroo Rat, "only a little horsehair can do that, surely the prisoner can imagine the judge isn't

a cockatoo, without our having to wait for the horsehair. Let's get on with the trial."

This idea was received with applause, and the Swallow flew off in a huff; whilst the Kookooburra, on a tree

Once more the Pelican took up his position to open the trial. The Cockatoo puffed himself out as big as he

could, fluffed out his cheek feathers, and half closed his eyes. His solemnly attentive attitude won the

admiration of all the court, and the absence of horsehair was not felt by anyone. The Welcome Swallow,

having got over its ill temper, returned to help the proceedings; and the jury all put their heads under their

"My duty is a most painful one," said the Pelican; "for" ("whereas," said the Swallow) "the prisoner known"

("named and described," added the Swallow), "as Dot is now before you," ("to be tried, heard, determined

and adjudged," gabbled the Swallow) "on a charge of cruelty" ("and feloniously killing and slaying,"

prompted the Swallow) "to birds and animals," ("the term not applying to horse, mare, gelding, bull, ox, dog,

cat, heifer, steer, calf, mule, ass, sheep, lamb, hog, pig, sow, goat, or other domestic animal," interposed in

one breath the Swallow, quoting the Cruelty to Animals Act) "she is" ("hereby," put in the Swallow) "brought

to trial on" ("divers," whispered the Swallow) "charges" ("hereinafter," said the Swallow) " to be named and

described by the" ("aforesaid," interjected the Swallow) "birds and animals," ("hereinbefore mentioned,"

stated the Swallow) "the said animals being denizens of the Bush" ("and in no wise relating to horse, mare,

gelding, bull, ox," began the Swallow again, when the Cockatoo raised his crest, and screamed out "STOP

THAT, I TELL You!" and the Pelican continued stating the charge.) "Bush law" ("enacts," said the Swallow)

"that" ("whereas," prompted the Swallow) "all individual rights" ("whatsoever," put in the Swallow) "shall be

"Between you two," said the Pelican, looking angrily at the Swallow and the Cockatoo, "I've forgotten

"Never mind," said the Swallow cheerfully, "You've said quite enough, and no one has understood a word of

As the Swallow spoke, there was a great disturbance amongst the creatures. The swan, ducks, cranes, and

water fowl, besides honeysuckers, and many other birds, were all fanning the air with their wings, and crying,

"Turn him out!" "Disgusting!" "I never heard of such a thing in my life! the smell of it always gives me a

headache!" and there was such a noise that the jury all woke up, and Dot covered her ears with her hands.

The Cockatoo, seeing Dot's distress at the screams and hubbub, and thinking that she wanted to say

something, but could not make herself heard in the general riot, decided to speak for her; so he screamed

louder than all the rest, and shouted, "Apples, oranges, pears, lemonade, cigarettes, and cigars! I say! what's

When quiet was restored, it was explained that the Opossum had brought into Court a pouch full of gum

leaves, which it was eating. It had also given some to the Native Bear, and Wallaby, and in consequence the

"Eating eucalyptus leaves in Court is contempt of Court," cried the Swallow and everyone echoed,

" That doesn't matter!" shouted the Waterfowl, "It's a disgusting smell! Turn them out!"

"Hurrah!" shouted the Wallaby, as it leaped off. "What luck!" laughed the Opossum, as it cleared into the

nearest tree. "I am glad," sighed the Koala, as it slowly moved away; "that trial made my head feel empty."

A Galah amongst the jury, wishing to be thought intelligent, enquired what charge the Wallaby, Native Bear,

"It is a matter of skins, included in the fur rugs clause, and the wickedness known as 'Sport,'" answered the

Whilst the Pelican was making this explanation, the judge, who had been longing to have his poll scratched

again, sidled up to Dot, and whispered softly, "Scratch Cockie's poll!" But, just as he was enjoying the

delicious sensation Dot's fingers produced amongst his neck feathers, as he held his head down, the Pelican

caught sight of the proceeding. The Pelican said nothing, but stared at the judge with an eye of such

astonishment and stern contempt, that the Cockatoo Instantly remembered that he was a judge, and, getting

into a proper attitude, said hastily, "Advance Australia! who's the next witness?" And again the Kookooburra

"It says that if a Court is held at all, it should be conducted by the representative of Antediluvian custom, the

most ancient and learned creatures, such as the Iguana, the Snake, and Ornithorhyncus Paradoxus. That it

would prefer to associate with the meanest Troglodite, rather than appear amongst the present company. I

understood it to say," continued the Kangaroo Rat, "that real law could only be understood by those deeply

"'Pon my word!" ejaculated the judge. "Shiver my timbers What blooming impudence!"

"Oh you naughty bird to use such words! " exclaimed Dot. But all the Court murmured "How clever!" and the

"Native Cat, next!" shouted the white Ibis. But at the first mention of the Native Cat nearly every bird, and all

"Why don't you call the Dingo at once?" laughed the Kookooburra, who was really keeping guard over Dot,

"The Dingo! the Dingo!" every creature repeated in horror and consternation; and they all looked about in

fear, while the Kookooburra chuckled to himself at all the stir his words had made.

"It's quite true that animals and birds kill one another," said the Magpie, who thought he ought to say

something in Dot's defence, as that was his part in the trial, " therefore it is the same nature that makes

Humans kill us. If it is the nature of Humans to kill, the same as it is the nature of birds and animals to kill,

where is the sense and justice of trying the prisoner for what she can't help doing?"

At this unexpected turn of the trial the Judge softly whistled to himself, "Pop goes the weasel."

"Don't talk to us about nature and justice and sense," replied the Pelican, contemptuously. "This is a Court of

"'Till all's blue!" interrupted the judge and he went on with "Pop goes the weasel." This news caused a buzz

of excitement. Everyone was astounded that the Kangaroo, who had the heaviest grievances of all, wouldn't

"Is it possible," said the Pelican, addressing the Kookooburra in slow stern accents, "Is it possible that the

"And," said the Pelican, still more solemnly and slowly, while all the Court listened in breathless attention,

"Then," said the Pelican, hotly, "I throw up the case," and he spread his huge black wings, and flapped his

"What a go!" said the judge; and he might have said more, only Dot could not hear anything on account of

the racket and confusion. The trial had failed, and every creature was making all the noise it could, and

preparing to hurry away. In the middle of the turmoil, Dot's Kangaroo bounded into the open space, panting

"Dot! Dot!" she cried, "I've found Willy Wagtail, and he knows your way! Come along at once!" And,

putting Dot in her pouch, the Kangaroo leaped clean over the judge and carried her off!

ALTHOUGH the Kangaroo was longing to hear the reason why so many Bush creatures had collected round

Dot whilst she was away, she was too anxious to carry her to Willy Wagtail before nightfall to wait and

enquire what had happened. Dot, too, was so excited at hearing that her way home had been found, that she

could only think of the delight of seeing her father and mother again. So the Kangaroo had hopped until she

was tired and needed rest, before they spoke. Then Dot described the Trial, and made the Kangaroo laugh

about the Cockatoo judge, but she did not say how it had all ended because the Kangaroo had forgiven Dot

for Humans making rugs of her fur, boots of her skin, and soup of her tail. She was afraid of hurting her

feelings by mentioning such delicate subjects. The Kangaroo never noticed that anything was left out,

because she was bursting to relate her interview with Willy Wagtail. She told Dot eagerly how she had found

Willy Wagtail near his old haunt; how that gossiping little bird had told all the news of the Gabblegabble

town and district in ten minutes, and how he had said he believed he knew Dot by sight, and that if such were

the case he would show Dot and the Kangaroo the way to the little girl's home. Then Dot and the Kangaroo

hurried on their way again, the little girl sometimes running and walking to rest the kind animal, and

sometimes being carried in that soft cosy pouch that had been her cradle and carriage for all those days.

It was quite dusk by the time they arrived at a splitrail fence, and heard a little bird singing, "Sweet pretty

"That is Willy Wagtail making love," said the Kangaroo, with a humorous twinkle in her quiet eyes. "Peep

Dot glanced through the branches, and saw two wagtails, who looked very smart with their black coats and

white waistcoats, sitting on two posts of a fence a little way off. They were each pretending that their long big

tails were too heavy to balance them properly, and they seemed to be always just saving themselves from

toppling off their perch. Occasionally Willy would dart into the air, to show what an expert flyer he was; he

would shoot straight upwards, turn a double somersault backwards, and wing off in the direction one least

expected. Afterwards he would return to his post as calm and cool as if he had done nothing surprising and

say "Pretty pretty Chippitichip!" that name meaning the other wagtail. Then Chippitichip showed off

At the sound of Dot and the Kangaroo's approach "Chippitichip" hid herself in a tree, and Willy Wagtail,

not knowing who was disturbing them, scolded angrily; but when he saw the Kangaroo and the little girl, he

gave them the most cordial greeting, and wobbled about on a rail as if he must tumble off every second.

"This is Dot," said the Kangaroo a little anxiously, and rather breathless with the speed she had made.

"Just as I had expected!" exclaimed Willy Wagtail, with a jerk of the tail which nearly sent him headlong off

the rail. "I should know you anywhere, little Human, though you do look a bit different. You want preening,"

This last remark was in allusion to Dot's appearance, which certainly was most untidy and dirty, for, beyond

an occasional lick from the Kangaroo, she had been five days without being tidied and cleaned.

"It doesn't matter at all," said Dot, putting her tangled curls back from her eyes.

"Well! I know where you live," gabbled off the Wagtail. "It's the second big paddock from here, if you follow

the belt of the sheoak trees over there. It's a house just like those things in Gabblebabble township. There's a

yellow sheep dog, who's very good tempered, and a black one that made a snap at my tail the other day.

There is an old grey cart horse, an honest fellow, but rather dull; and a bay mare who is much better

company. There is a little red cow who is a great friend of mine, and she had a calf a few days before you

were lost. Dear me!" exclaimed the gossiping bird, "what a fuss there has been these five days over trying to

find you! I've been over there every day to see the sight. Such a lot of Humans! and such horses. I enjoyed

myself immensely, and made a lot of friends amongst the horses, but I didn't care so much for the dogs; I

thought them a nasty quarrelsome lot. I went a couple of days with the whole turn out to see the search.

Goodness! the distances they went, and the noise and the big fires they made, it was exciting fun! They

brought over some black Humans 'Trackers' is what they are called, at least the Mounted Troopers' horses

told me so (my word! the Troopers' horses are jolly fellows!) Well, these black trackers went in front of each

party just like dogs, with their heads to the ground, and they turned over every leaf and twig, and said if a

Human, a horse or a kangaroo had broken it or been that way. They found your track fast enough, but one

evening it came to an end quite suddenly, and weren't they all surprised! I heard from a Trooper's horse

(such a nice horse he was !) that the trackers and white Humans said it was just as if you had disappeared

into the sky! There was just a bit of your fur on a bush, and nothing anywhere else but a Kangaroo's trail. No

"Now," said the Wagtail, "most of them have given up the search. Just this evening Dot's father and a few

other Humans came back, and the yellow sheep dog told me the last big party is to start at noon tomorrow,

and after that there will be no more attempt to find Dot. Only the sheep dog said he heard his master say he

would go on hunting alone, until he found her body. I haven't been over there today," wound up the bird,

"You had better stay here," counselled the Wagtail. " One night more or less doesn't matter, and I don't like

leaving Chippitichip at night time. She likes me to sing to her all night, because she is nervous. I will go

"Having found your lost way so far!" said the Kangaroo to Dot, "it would be a pity to risk losing it again, so

To tell the truth, the Kangaroo was very glad of the excuse to keep Dot one night more before parting from

her. "It will seem like losing my little Joey again, when I am once more alone," she said sadly.

"But you will never go far away," said Dot. "I should cry, if I thought you would never come to see me. You

But the Kangaroo looked very doubtful, and said that she loved Dot, but she was afraid of Humans and their

After a supper of berries and grass, Dot and the Kangaroo lay down for the night in a little bower of bushes.

But they talked until very late, of how they were to manage to reach Dot's home without danger from guns

and dogs. At last when they tried to sleep, they could not do so on account of Willy Wagtail's singing to his

sweetheart, "Sweet pretty creature! Sweet pretty creature!" without stopping for more than five minutes at a

TWO men were walking near a cottage in the winter sunlight of the early morning. There came to the door a

young woman, who looked pale and tired. She carried a bowl of milk to a little calf, and on her way back to

the cottage she paused, and shading her eyes, that were red with weeping, lingered awhile, looking far and

near. Then, with a sigh, she returned indoors and worked restlessly at her household duties.

"It breaks my heart to see my wife do that," said the taller man, who carried a gun. "All day long she comes

out and looks for the child. One knows, now, that the poor little one can never come back to us," and as the

The younger man did not speak, but he patted his friend's shoulder in a kindly manner, which showed that he

"Even you have lost heart, Jack," said the big bushman, "but we will find her yet; the wife shall have that

"You'll never do it now," said the young fellow with a mournful shake of the head. "There is not an inch of

ground that so young a child could reach that we have not searched. The mystery is, what could have become

"That's what beats me," said the tall man, who was Dot's father. "I think of it all day and all night. There is

the track of the dear little mite as clear as possible for five miles, as far as the dry creek. The trackers say she

rested her poor weary legs by sitting under the blackbutt tree. At that point she vanishes completely. The

blacks say there isn't a trace of man, or beast, beyond that place excepting the trail of a big kangaroo. As you

As the men walked towards the bush, close to the place where Dot had run after the hare the day she was lost,

neither of them noticed the fuss and scolding made by a Willy Wagtail; although the little bird seemed likely

Willy Wagtail was really saying, "Dot and her Kangaroo are coming this way. Whatever you do, don't shoot

Presently the young man, Jack, noticed the little bird. "What friendly little chaps those wagtails are," he said,

"and see how tame and fearless this one is. Upon my word, he nearly flew in your face that time!"

Dot's father did not notice the remark, for he had stopped suddenly, and was peering into the bush whilst he

"By Jove!" he said, "I saw the head of a Kangaroo a moment ago behind that ironbark. Fancy it's coming so

The next instant the Kangaroo bounded out of the Bush into the open paddock. Swift as lightning up went the

cruel gun, but, as it exploded with a terrible report, the man, Jack, struck it upwards, and the fatal bullet

"Dot!" cried her father, dropping his gun, and stumbling blindly forward with outstretched arms, towards his

little girl, who had just tumbled out of the Kangaroo's pouch in her hurry to reach her father.

"Hoo! hoo! ho! ho! he! he! ha! ha! ha! ha!" laughed a Kookooburra on a tree, as he saw Dot clasped in her

"Dot's here!" yelled the young man, as he ran like mad to the house. And all the time the good Kangaroo sat

up on her haunches, still panting with fear from the sound of the gun, and a little afraid to stay, yet so

interested in all the excitement and delight, that she couldn't make up her mind to hop away.

"Dadda," said Dot, "You nearly killed Dot and her Kangaroo! Oh if you killed my Kangaroo, I'd never have

"But I don't understand," said her father. "How did you come to be in the Kangaroo's pouch?"

"Oh! I've got lots and lots to tell you!" said Dot; "but come and stroke dear Kangaroo, who saved little Dot

"I promise," said the big man, in a queer sounding voice," as he kissed Dot over and over again, and walked

Dot wriggled down from her father's arms, and said to the Kangaroo, "It's all right; no one's ever going to be

"Dadda," said Dot, holding her father's hand, and, with her disengaged hand touching the Kangaroo's little

paw. "This is my own dear Kangaroo." Dot's father, not knowing quite how to show his gratitude, stroked the

Kangaroo's head, and said, "How do you do?" which, when he came to think of it afterwards, seemed rather a

foolish thing to say. But he wasn't used, like Dot, to talking to Bush creatures, and had not eaten the berries of

The Kangaroo saw that Dot's father was grateful, and so she was pleased, but she did not like to be stroked by

a man who let off guns, so she was glad that Dot's mother had run to where they were standing, and was

hugging and kissing the little girl, and crying all the time; for then Dot's father turned and watched his wife

and child, and kept doing something to his eyes with a handkerchief, so that there was no attention to spare

The good Kangaroo, seeing how happy these people were, and knowing that her life was quite safe, wanted to

peep about Dot's home and see what it was like for kangaroos can't help being curious. So presently she

quietly hopped off towards the cottage, and then a very strange thing happened. Just as the Kangaroo was

wondering what the great iron tank by the kitchen door was meant for, there popped out of the open door a

joey Kangaroo. Now, to human beings, all joey Kangaroos look alike, but amongst Kangaroos there are no

two the same, and Dot's Kangaroo at once recognised in the little Joey her own baby Kangaroo. The Joey

knew its mother directly, and, whilst Dot's Kangaroo was too astonished to move, and not being able to think,

was trying to get at a conclusion why her Joey was coming out of a cottage door, the little Kangaroo, with a

hopskipandajump, had landed itself comfortably in the nice pouch Dot had just vacated.

Then Dot's mother, rejoicing over the safe return of her little girl, was not more happy than the Kangaroo

with her Joey once more in her pouch. With big bounds she leapt towards Dot, and the little girl, suddenly

looking round for her Kangaroo friend, clapped her hands with delight as she saw a little grey nose, a pair of

tiny black paws, and the point of a black little tail, hanging out of the pouch that had carried her so often.

"Why!" exclaimed Dot's mother, "if she hasn't got the little Joey, Jack brought me yesterday! He picked it up

"It's her Joey; her lost Joey!" cried Dot, running to the Kangaroo. "Oh! dear Kangaroo, I am so glad!" she

said, "for now we are all happy; as happy as can be!" Dot hugged her Kangaroo, and kissed the little Joey,

and they all three talked together, so that none of them understood what the others were saying, only that they

"Wife" said Dot's father, "I'll tell you what's mighty queer, our little girl is talking away to those animals, and

they're all understanding one another, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to treat Kangaroos as if

"I expect," said his wife, "that their feelings are not much different from ours. See how that poor animal is

rejoicing in getting back its little one, just as we are over having our little Dot again."

"To think of all the poor things I have killed," said Dot's father sadly; "I'll never do it again."

"No,"said his wife, "we must try and get everyone to be kind to the bush creatures, and protect them all we

This book would never come to an end if it told all that passed that day. How Dot explained the wonderful

power of the berries of understanding, and how she told the kangaroos all that her parents wanted her to say

All day long the Kangaroo stayed near Dot's home, and the little girl persuaded her to eat bread, which she

Every effort was made by Dot and her parents to get the Kangaroo to live on their selection, so that they

might protect her from harm. But she said that she liked her own free life best, only she would never go far

away and would come often to see Dot. At sunset she said goodbye to Dot, a little sadly, and the child stood

in the rosy light of the afterglow, waving her hand, as she saw her kind animal friend hop away and

She wandered about for some time listening to the voices of birds and creatures, who came to tell her how

glad everyone was that her way had been found, and that no harm was to befall them in future. The news of

her safe return, and of the Kangaroo's finding her Joey, had been spread far and near, by Willy Wagtail and

the Kookooburra; and she could hear the shouts of laughter from kookooburras telling the story until nearly

Quite late at night she was visited by the Opossum, the Native Bear, and the Nightjar, who entered by the

open window, and, sitting in the moonlight, conversed about the day's events. They said that their whole rest

and sleep had been disturbed by the noise and excitement of the day creatures spreading the news through the

Bush. The Mopoke wished to sing a sad song because Dot was feeling happy, but the Opossum warned it

that it was sitting in a draught on the window sill and might spoil its beautiful voice, so it flew away and only

sang in the distance. The Native Bear said that the story of Dot's return and the finding of Kangaroo's Joey

was so strange that it made its head feel quite empty. The Opossum inspected everything in Dot's room, and

tried to fight itself in the looking glass. It then got the Koala to look into the mirror also, and said it would get

an idea into its little empty head if it did. When the Koala had taken a timid peep at itself, the Opossum said

that the Koala now had an idea of how stupid it looked, and the little bear went off to get used to having an

idea in its head. The Opossum was so pleased with its spiteful joke that it hastily said good night, and hurried

Gradually the voices of the creatures outside became more and more faint and indistinct; and then Dot slept

When she went out in the morning, the kookooburras were gurgling and laughing, the magpies were

warbling, the parrakeets made their twittering, and Willy Wagtail was most lively; but Dot was astonished to

find that she could not understand what any of the creatures said, although they were all very friendly towards

her. When the Kangaroo came to see her she made signs that she wanted some berries of understanding, but,

strange as it may seem, the Kangaroo pretended not to understand. Dot has often wondered why the

Kangaroo would not understand, but, remembering what that considerate animal had said when she first gave

her the berries, she is inclined to think that the Kangaroo is afraid of her learning too much, and thereby

getting indigestion. Dot and her parents have often sought for the berries, but up to now they have failed to

During that day every creature Dot had known in the Bush came to see her, for they all knew that their lives

were safe now, so they were not afraid. It greatly surprised Dot's parents to see such numbers of birds and

animals coming around their little girl, and they thought it very pretty when in the evening a flock of Native

Companions settled down, and danced their graceful dance with the little girl joining in the game.

"It seems to me, wife," said Dot's father with a glad laugh, "that the place has become a regular menagerie!"

Later on, Dot's father made a dam to a hollow piece of ground near the house, which soon became full of

water, and is surrounded by beautiful willow trees. There all the thirsty creatures come to drink in safety. And

very pretty it is, to sit on the verandah of that happy home, and see Dot playing near the water surrounded by

her Bush friends, who come and go as they please, and play with the little girl beside the pretty lake. And no

one in all the Gabblebabble district hurts a bush creature, because they are all called "Dot's friends."

BEFORE putting away the pen and closing the inkstand, now that Dot has said all she wishes to be recorded

of her bewildering adventures, the writer would like to warn little people, that the best thing to do when one

is lost in the bush, is to sit still in one place, and not to try to find one's way home at all. If Dot had done this,

and had not gone off in the Kangaroo's pouch, she would have been found almost directly. As the more one

tries to find one's way home, the more one gets lost, and as helpful Kangaroos like Dot's are very scarce, the

best way to get found quickly, is to wait in one place until the search parties find one. Don't forget this

advice! And don't eat any strange berries in the bush, unless a Kangaroo brings them to you.