We were camped at the Bitter Springs on the Roper River, about fifteen
miles from home, and had just shut up a big mob of cattle in the yards.
We had been out bush for a couple of weeks, riding from camp to camp,
and mustering as we went. Bett-Bett was with us for her promised treat,
and, as the head stockman said, was having a wild and woolly time.
Perched straddle-legs on an old stock-horse, with the stirrup-irons
wedged firmly between her little bare toes, she had had many a wild
gallop after the cattle; and that, and everything else, was better than
her wildest dreams of camping out.
As we rode from the yards to our camp, one of the men said:
Isnt this June? because, if it is, I reckon King Edward will be just
about crowned.
We all agreed it was June right enough, but nobody seemed sure of the
date; we couldnt even decide what day of the week it was. We had been
out bush so long that we had got hopelessly mixed.
Well, said the Maluka, were within a week of it, and thats near
enough for the Never-Never; so well have a play-about to celebrate
it. Whoop! Hallo there, boys! he called; come and have a bigfellow
play-about. Then remembering that some bush blacks were camped at the
river, he added, Call up your pals, and Ill shoot you a bullock for
yourselves.
With yells and screechings they obeyed, and were answered back by louder
yells, as their bush friends about twenty men, women and childrencame
screaming through the trees to accept the invitation.
Some hobbled the horses, some collected firewood, others dug a
big, wide, shallow hole, and lit an enormous fire in it; lubras and
piccaninnies ran to hunt for stones, which were to be made red hot in
the fire; and everybody scampered and scuffled about, getting in each
others way, laughing and shrieking, as they played practical jokes
on one another. When they heard the shot that killed the bullock, they
rushed off in a wild stampede to the stockyard.
In about ten minutes a ghastly procession came in sight, for the bullock
had simply been hacked in pieces, skin and all; and every one, down to
the tiniest piccaninny, was carrying a red, horrible-looking joint of
meat.
Billy Muck, who was to be King himself some day, had the bullocks
head, and was amusing himself and everybody else by bucking and charging
around, digging the horns into any one he could catch. Bett-Bett had the
tail, and was swishing about with it among the lubras and piccaninnies,
greatly to their delight. In fact, the future King and Queen were quite
the life of the party. As the procession dodged and jumped about, it
reminded me of a troop of clowns at a circus.
When it reached the fire, the meat was thrown on the ground, and while
the dogs were helping themselves to the tit-bits, the ashes and stones
were scraped out, and then the oven was ready for the joints.
A layer of hot stones was first thrown in, then some joints of meat,
then more stones and more meat, layer after layer, till the hole was
full and heaped up; on top of this were poured a few quarts of water,
on top again was piled earth, and on top of everything else a great big
fire was lit.
Then we went to our own camp to supper, and the blacks, making little
fires every here and there, grilled small pieces of meat, to take the
edge off their appetites; for it would be quite two hours before the
joints were ready to eat.
As they sat, singing their strange, weird songs, the head stockman said
it was a pity that we had no fireworks; but as his Majesty would not let
his mail-man carry them, it was his Majestys own fault, not ours.
What about a Poolooloomee Show? suggested the Maluka.
It was the very thing.
Poolooloomees, boys! we shouted, and every blackfellow sprang to his
feet with a yell. Snatching tomahawks, knives and hatchets, they rushed
to the tall, white gum trees, and peeled off great sheets of bark, for
they dearly loved a Poolooloomee Play-about.
They dragged the bark to the fire, and sitting down, cut it into thick
strips, which were trimmed and shaped till they looked like small-sized
tennis racquets, or rather long-handled battledores. As these were
cut, the lubras put the broad ends into the fires, leaving the handles
sticking safely out. They did not blaze, for the bark was too full of
sap, but they gradually changed colour till they were beautiful glowing
rings of fire.
Of course, as soon as half-a-dozen were ready to send off, the blacks
wanted to fire them, and the Maluka had hard work to make them wait till
everybody was well supplied with Poolooloomees. He managed it somehow,
and it was well worth the trouble, for we had a magnificent display of
fireworks.
When about two hundred of these little racquets were cut and glowing,
each blackfellow drove a strong, straight rod into the ground, and
holding one Poolooloomee high in his right hand, and a bundle of others
in his left, stood looking at the Maluka, waiting for a signal.
Let her go, Gallagher! he shouted, and instantly the air was full of
yells, and blazing, twirling, curling hoops of firethe Poolooloomee
Show had begun.
At the word of command, every man had brought his right arm down with a
peculiar short, sharp swing, and striking the Poolooloomee handles hard
against the firm upright rods, had broken off the fiery circles, and
sent them whirling and twisting and soaring high up into the air. Quick
as lightning, the handles were dropped, other Poolooloomees taken from
the left hand, struck off, and sent circling and sailing after the first
flight, to be followed again and again by others.
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It was marvellously weird and beautiful. Up went the strange fireworks,
shooting like rockets through the trees, to join the brilliant cloud of
Poolooloomees that were floating away into the glorious tropical night.
Backwards and forwards among the fires raced the lubras, looking like
flitting black shadows, as they carried fresh supplies of fireworks to
the men, letting no ones left hand get quite empty. The men themselves,
standing full in the light of the fires, looked like shining black
giants, as they worked and yelled and hallooed at their posts, surprised
both at themselves and their display; and we whites sat still in wonder,
amazed and admiring, sorry only that so few of the civilized world were
there to see it all.
Poolooloomees are really a Daly Waters Play-about, but our Roper blacks
had learnt it from them, and some had learnt it very well.
As the last few Poolooloomees glided out of sight, we gave a Hip, hip,
hooray! and a Tiger for King Edward VII, and then amused ourselves by
trying to fire some more.
Most of our attempts were dismal failures; the Poolooloomees doing
exactly what they ought not to do. All I fired tried to bury themselves
in the ground, and the head stockmans spent most of their time hitting
the nearest tree, and burning everybody within reach with a shower of
sparks.
Altogether we had a merry time, and the blacks cut away at bark for us,
and screamed with delight at our failures; and when one of the Malukas
rockets bounced from a tree, and dived into the head stockmans
much-cherished grass-bed, their joy knew no bounds. But when it blazed
up, they rushed to the rescue and beat the fire out, looking like so
many black imps, as they danced among the flames.
After that they dug each other in the ribs with hot fire-sticks, and
played most foolish and painful jokes till the bullock was cooked.
When the earth and fire were at last scraped away, everybody helping
themselves to huge junks, and began tearing at them like wild beasts,
dog and master eating from the same joint. I called Bett-Bett then, and
we went to our camp, leaving our guests to their feast; for this part of
the entertainment was not very pretty.
Long after midnight they were still at it, singing and laughing
and feasting. As I lay awake listening to them, I heard a peculiar
scrunching going on inside Bett-Betts mosquito net. I went over to
see what it was, and found that she had crept back to the feast for her
precious ox-tail, and that she and Sue were just finishing picking the
bones.
Next morning the bullock had completely disappeared, and the Kings
loyal subjects looked as though they would burst, if only pricked with a
pin!
When we reached the homestead we found we had been a few days too soon
with our demonstration; so on the proper day we called the blacks up,
and gave them flour, and treacle, and chewbac, for we had no bullock
in the yards. Every one got an equal share, and Jimmy carried his supply
in his little Union Jack apron, which was most loyal of him; the only
unpleasant thing about it was, that when he took his apron off, he had
nothing left in the way of clothes.
As the blacks turned to go to their camp, the men gave another Hip
Hooray and a Tiger for the King, and then fired a volley of revolver
shots into the air as a royal salute. This was too much for our dusky
friends; they thought we had suddenly gone mad, and dropping flour and
treacle-tins in all directions, fled helter-skelter into the bush, even
Bett-Bett and the piccaninnies joining in the general scamper.
We shouted to them to stop, and said we were only having a play-about;
but they did not wait to hear. We ran after them, but that only made
matters worse. The only thing was to sit down and wait. When all was
quiet, I lifted up my voice to the high sing-song pitch that the lubras
had taught me would carry well, and I called Bett-Bett.
Away in the distance a thin little squeak answered. Then I called again
and again, and at last she screwed up enough courage to come back. We
sent her after the others, to tell them we were only in fun, and to say
they had better come and collect their tucker.
For about five minutes we heard her shrill little voice piping through
the forest, and then Billy Muck turned up, giggling nervously. Soon
after him came the station Boys, trying hard to look at ease, and
pretending they had only run for fun. But it was nearly half-an-hour
before everybody decided that it was really safe.
The last man in got teased unmercifully because he had been frightened
of the Missus and the Bossthe good Maluka who was every blackfellows
friend and I thought it was very like the pot calling the kettle
black, seeing how they had run themselves.
We told them that we had shouted and fired, because that is the way that
white men always have a Play-about Corrobboree. They seemed able to see
some sense in that idea, and were soon shouting with laughter at the way
they had run, as though it were the best joke in the world.
Bett-Bett put on great airs because she had come back first, and
strutted about with her nose in the air, saying;
Me no more frightened fellow longa Missus; me all day savey Boss
play-about. Me no more run long way, and so on, and so on.
As nobody had waited to see, nobody could contradict her, and she had it
all her own way, and came out on top, as the men said.
After a while everything was gathered up again, and new pipes were
given out all round to make up for the fright, and very soon some most
indigestible-looking dampers were cooked and eaten, and every one was
happy and contented.
The King had Coronation demonstrations all over his empire, and at many
of them a whole ox may have been roasted in the good old English way;
but I doubt if he had a stranger or a merrier one than ours, in the very
heart of the Never-Never Land.
Some weeks afterwards we heard of the Kings illness, and of the
postponing of the Coronation, and knew that after all we had missed the
real Coronation Day, but we had paid our homage to our King, and we were
satisfied.