Some indeed
have no faith whatever in statements as to existence following upon
death. Others assert that a delightful country is reached after a long
and pleasant journey, that there reunion with relatives and friends
takes place, and happiness is in store for all, good and bad alike.
An intelligent boy was asked if after death all went along the same road
to the aboriginal paradise. He was reminded that he was a good fellow,
and that one of the members of the camp was notoriously a rogue.
"Mootee go along a you, all asame place? That fella no good. You good
fella."
"Yes," he answered. "All one track me fella go. Good track--blenty
tchugar-bag, blenty hegg, blenty wallaby, close up. You no wan' run
about. Catch 'em blenty close up. Bi'mby me go long way. Me come more
better country--blenty everything. Father belonga me sit down. He got
two good young fella gins. My word, good one gins. He say--'Hello! you
come up? You sit down here altogether. Two fella good gins belonga
you!'"
This was paradise!
CHAPTER IV
AND THIS OUR LIFE
"I would admonish the world that all persons, indifferently, are
not fit for this sort of diversion.
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