Lucy was pardoned, but the pagan
went to prison.
ANTI-CLIMAX
A boy was asked if he thought Jimmy Governor (a notorious desperado who
had given the New South Wales police much trouble) ought to be hanged.
"Baal. No fear hang 'em; too good."
"What you do then?"
"Me! me punch 'em nose!"
LITTLE FELLA CREEK SAILOR
Ponto, a boy well known in North Queensland, and one of the few
aboriginals whose memory is honoured by tombstones, was once taken by
his master to Sydney. He saw many wonders, being particularly impressed
by the appearance of the men-of-war's-men.
A month or so after his return he was away among the mountains with his
master and a friend who was wearing a jersey.
"You sailor, Bob?" asked Ponto.
"Yes, Ponto. I'm sailor-man."
"No. You no sailor," responded Ponto decisively.
"Yes. I tell you true. I'm sailor."
Ponto: "Ah! me think you no big salt-water sailor. You only little fella
creek sailor. You no got jacket--flash collar, knife alonga string!"
A FATEFUL BARGAIN
A squatter, travelling on foot with his black boy, came to a river
almost a "banker," and there was no recourse but to swim. After
Charcoal had taken a couple of trips with the clothes, the Boss told the
boy to swim alongside him, in case of emergency.
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