Two men were walking near a cottage in the winter sun-light 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 big man spoke there was a queer choking in his voice.
The younger man did not speak, but he patted his friend's shoulder in a
kindly manner, which showed that he too was very sorry.
"Even you have lost heart, Jack," said the big bushman, "but we will
find her yet; the wife shall have that comfort."
"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 of her?"
"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 say, it's a mystery!"
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 to die of excitement.
Willy Wagtail was really saying, "Dot and her Kangaroo are coming this
way. Whatever you do, don't shoot them with that gun."
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 quietly shifted his gun into
position, ready to raise it and fire.
"By Jove!" he said, "I saw the head of a Kangaroo a moment ago behind
that iron-bark. Fancy it's coming so near the house. Next time it
shows, I'll get a shot at it."
Both men waited for the moment when the Kangaroo should be seen again.
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 lodged in the branch of a tall gum tree.
"Great Scott!" exclaimed Jack, pointing at the Kangaroo.
"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 father's great strong arms, and the
little face hidden in his big brown beard.
"Wife! wife!" shouted Dot's father, "Dot's come back! Dot's come back!"
"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 been happy any more!"
"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 and brought her home."
"That I will!" said Dot's father, "and never more will I hurt a
Kangaroo!"
"Nor any of the Bush creatures," said Dot. "Promise, Dadda!"
"I promise," said the big man, in a queer-sounding voice, as he kissed
Dot over and over again, and walked towards the frightened animal.
Dot wriggled down from her father's arms, and said to the Kangaroo,
"It's all right; no one's ever going to be shot or hurt here again!"
and the Kangaroo looked delighted at the good news.
"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 understanding.
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 for Kangaroos.
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 hop-skip-and-a-jump, 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 after a Kangaroo hunt some time
ago."
"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 were all much
pleased and delighted.
"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 they were human beings!"
"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 can."
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 on their behalf, and what kind things the Kangaroo
said in return.
All day long the Kangaroo stayed near Dot's home, and the little girl
persuaded her to eat bread, which she said was "most delicious, but one
would get tired of it sooner than grass."
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 good-bye
to Dot, a little sadly, and the child stood in the rosy light of the
after-glow, waving her hand, as she saw her kind animal friend hop away
and disappear into the dark shadow of the Bush.
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 dark.
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 Mo-poke
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 away to tell it to the other
possums.
Gradually the voices of the creatures outside became more and more
faint and indistinct; and then Dot slept in the grey light of the dawn.
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 find them. There is something very
mysterious about those berries!
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."
FINALE.
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.