Having bought a couple of horses at great cost, and a light waggon, or
dray rather, I stowed therein the most indispensable portion of our
goods and provisions. The rest we stored, to fetch when we had got up a
cottage. My wife and daughters insisted on walking, saying that they
weighed more than all the tea and sugar we should require for many
months, and they were sure it would be wise to take all the stores we
could carry. The sheep were so tame that they did not require to be
driven, but followed the boys, who took especial charge of them, like
lambs.
Steadfast, the dog, ran alongside the horses, and Duchess, the cat, took
up her post on the top of the dray with the cocks and hens, and cages
containing the other birds. Bob Hunt and Dick Nailor, having made up
their minds to quit the sea, speedily turned into sturdy draymen, though
they kept to their sailor's rig, and could not easily lay aside their
nautical expressions. "As the horses, or their immediate progenitors,
had, however, come across the sea, it was but natural that they should
understand them," observed Mark, when Dick shouted out occasionally,
"Starboard Dobbin, lay the fore-topsail abaft, Bob;" "It's time to
shorten sail, and bring the ship to an anchor;" or, "Luff, lad, luff, or
you'll be into that tree on the lee bow." Sometimes when the ground
looked rougher and more impracticable than usual, Dick would cry out,
"Breakers ahead; we must haul our wind and see if we can't get round the
shoal; won't do to wreck the waggon out here, where shipwrights', I mean
blacksmiths', shops are pretty scarce, I fancy."
Notwithstanding the inexperience of our men, and our own also, indeed,
we got on wonderfully well. We all gave our minds to the work, and thus
made amends for other deficiencies. Rawdon proved a first-rate guide,
and by his knowledge and sagacity we avoided many of the difficulties
which might have impeded our progress.
Our boys and girls enjoyed the journey very much. They especially liked
camping out at night, for the novelty of the thing, I suspect. The
parrots and parroquets, and other gay-coloured birds, with which they
now made an intimate acquaintance, were a source of great interest. The
girls were rather horrified when several were brought in shot by Charley
White and the boys. Rawdon at once plucked them, and put them before
the fire to roast. Pretty Polly pie soon became a favourite dish in our
establishment, as it was at that time in the houses of most settlers.
He also showed us how to make damper, a wheaten cake baked under the
ashes. At first it seemed very doubtful how it would turn out, as we
saw the lump of dough placed in a hole, and then covered up with bits of
burning wood.
Our chief prize was a kangaroo. The boys caught sight of the creature
as we were moving on, and gave chase. Away he went, hopping along on
his hind legs, with his little front ones tucked up, just as some women
in cold weather hold their arms with their shawls drawn over their
shoulders. Charley White, however, brought him down, and he soon shared
the fate of the parrots. We pronounced the flesh not very inferior to
mutton, and more suited to our taste in a hot climate. A good sportsman
need not starve in the fertile parts of Australia, but there is one
great necessary of life, of which he may find himself fearfully
deficient--that is, water. We were obliged to make very irregular
stages, that we might camp near a stream or water hole; and explorers
dare not move from one source of supply till they have discovered a
fresh one, at which they and their animals may drink.
At length we reached the spot we had fixed on for a location, and of
which I had procured a grant. I had to make certain arrangements before
I could get the assigned servants, or, in other words, the convicts who
would be required to carry on farming operations on a large scale. I
was glad not to have them in the first instance, and we were so
strong-handed that we could do very well without them.
My wife and girls were delighted with the position of their new home.
We camped on a spot close to a situation which seemed the best suited
for our proposed house, on a gentle slope, with a hill covered with
trees behind it, and a stream some distance below us. The spot was
pretty clear of wood, that is to say, just out of the bush, and there
was excellent pasture on either side for our sheep and for our cattle,
whenever we should obtain them. They were not so plentiful as they now
are.
As soon as we had pitched our tent we all knelt down and returned thanks
to that merciful God who had brought us across the ocean into this
lovely haven of rest--so it seemed, for we thought not then of the
troubles before us.
What a privilege it is to be able to go direct to God in prayer, through
the sure mediation of the loving Jesus, pleading His perfect,
all-sufficient sacrifice--His precious blood shed for sinful man on
Calvary. I felt it then: I have felt it ever since; and I would not
give up that privilege of prayer for anything else the world can bestow.
I have sometimes thought what a fearful thing it would be for a man who
has enjoyed that blessing to lose it altogether, if that were possible;
to be told, "You must not pray! God will not hear your prayers! From
henceforth you must have no communion with the Most High!" The thought
has just occurred to me as I have been speaking of this our first night
on our new location.
We, of course, gave water to our sheep and penned them carefully before
lying down to rest. We knew that we had not so many enemies to guard
against as there are in many countries; but still there were some.
First, there were dingoes, or native dogs, who play the part of wolves
as well as foxes, in Australia, by attacking sheepfolds and poultry
yards: they were certain in an out-station to visit us. Then we were
told there were natives who might very likely come in the night to steal
a fat sheep, or to attack us if they could find us unprepared; and
lastly, there were some bush-rangers already abroad--ruffians who had
escaped from road-gangs, and not being able to return to the settlement,
lived a wild, desperate life in the bush, and procured their stores by
plundering drays coming up from Port Jackson, or out-stations where they
thought anything was to be got. However, as none had been heard of for
some time, we had no apprehensions about them.
We were too strong a party to invite attack, and only a very hungry, and
therefore desperate man, would think of molesting us. Still, it was
prudent for one to remain on watch. Charley White took the first watch,
as he had done at sea. Peter was to take the second. I heard Charley
call him up, but not feeling disposed to sleep myself, I told him to
rest on, as I knew that he was very tired, and that I would look out
instead. I took a gun in my hand, and walked round and round our little
camp. There was no moon, but the stars were very bright, proving the
clearness of the atmosphere. Now and then I stopped and gazed up at
them, admiring their beauty, and thinking how greatly increased must be
our powers of comprehension before we should understand all about them.
I must have been standing thus silent and quiet for some time, when,
casting my eyes down on the earth, I thought I saw an object moving
slowly among some brushwood or scrub at a little distance. I stood
still a minute longer, and just as I was moving the creature came out of
the scrub. It was a dingo, I had little doubt of that; I was on the
point of lifting my gun to my shoulder to fire, when probably seeing me,
it ran quickly back. I instantly went after it, hoping to get a fair
shot at the other side of the scrub, which was but a small patch of
underwood. I felt sure that he would go through it, and followed. I
worked my way along--no difficult matter where the scrub is open, as it
generally is out here--and once more caught sight of the creature
stealing cautiously away at no great distance. They are cunning beasts,
those dingoes. Often I have knocked one over, and left him for dead,
when after a little time, turning round, I have seen him stealing off;
but the moment he saw that he was observed, dropping down and looking as
dead as before. I was sure that I should hit the dingo and prevent him
coming again to visit our sheep; so I raised my gun to fire. At that
instant I received a blow on the side of my head, which would have
brought me to the ground had its strength not been broken by a bough.
My hand was on the trigger, and I fired my gun. A man stood before me,
and closing, attempted to wrench the weapon out of my hand. I had too
firm a hold of it, however, for I was a stronger man than he. He was
active though, and tried all sorts of ways to get the better of me.
Finding that he could not succeed, he uttered several coos--a sound
heard a long way in the bush, and just then coming into use among the
settlers. Again he closed with me, so that I could not strike him with
my gun, while he tried with his legs to trip me up. I thought that it
was now high time for me to cry out; so I shouted at the top of my
voice, as loud as if I was hailing a ship at sea in a gale of wind. It
rather astonished my friend, I suspect; especially when I dropped my
gun, and seizing him in my arms, lifted him off the ground. He begged
me to let him go. "No, no," I answered, "you wanted to rob me; but you
find that you have caught a Tartar, and I shall not release you till you
give an account of yourself." The cooing had been heard by the man's
companions, for just as I had mastered him, two men appeared coming out
of the wood which covered the hill under which we had camped. My
assailant saw them, and began to struggle to free himself from me; but
starvation and rough living had weakened him. Still it was hard work to
get him along while he struggled in the hope that his comrades would
come to his assistance. They were getting very near indeed, when I
heard a shout close to me, and as the bush-rangers were darting towards
me, Charley, Peter, the other boys, and Dick Nailor came rushing up from
the other side.
The two bush-rangers took to flight, leaving their companion in our
power.
"You have got the better of me, I must own!" he exclaimed. "Perhaps you
will not believe me when I say that all I wanted was your gun and
ammunition. If I had got that I might have demanded some food, for I am
starving, but I did not wish to harm you or any one else."
"A curious way you took to prove that, by trying to knock me down," I
answered, as Dick Nailor relieved me of the charge of the man, by taking
hold of his collar and one arm and forcing him onwards.
"Come along with us to our camp, and we shall learn more about you."
The man said nothing in return, and he felt that in the grasp of the
giant resistance was useless.
We quickly reached the camp, where we found Bob Hunt trying to comfort
my wife and daughters, who had been much alarmed at hearing the shot
fired and finding me absent.
By the light of the lantern held to the prisoner's face we saw that he
was pale and haggard, that his hair was long and uncombed, and that a
razor had not touched his chin or lips for many a day; while his clothes
were rudely patched, and even thus hardly hung together. Thus we could
not but believe the account he gave of his hunger and suffering--indeed,
I had heard that most of the men who had taken to the bush soon died of
starvation, or were killed by the blacks.
We quickly put some biscuits and cheese before our prisoner. He ate of
it ravenously, giving way occasionally to an hysterical laugh. His eyes
sparkled when I gave him some rum and water. I saw that he required a
stimulant, and I would not allow him to take any more solid food.
Compassion for the poor wretch predominated above any other feeling.
It was useless to inquire what circumstances had brought him to that
condition. Sin was the cause of it, of course; but he required help,
and, in spite of his attack on me, I felt that it ought to be given him.
While he was eating, it struck me that I was well acquainted with his
countenance.
After looking again and again, I felt nearly sure that I was right,
strange as it seemed; and grateful I was that I had not in our struggle
taken his life or injured him.