CHAPTER 17.

SKETCHES OF LIFE AMONG THE NATIVES.

The Natives have very few traditions, and most of those which they

relate resemble the disconnected phantasies of a dream rather than

the record of a series of facts.

They have some indistinct ideas about Chingi, the Evil Spirit, but no

notion whatever of a Supreme God. When first the English arrived,

many of the Aborigines considered them to be the spirits of their

deceased relatives; and some of them fancied they could trace the

features of former friends in the lineaments of individuals among the

whites. One of these natives, still living, has more than once told

me that his late uncle is now a certain eloquent and popular member

of the Legislative Council. The nephew and resuscitated uncle

occasionally meet, when the former never fails to claim the

relationship, which the latter good-humouredly acknowledges; and the

relatives separate with mutual expressions of politeness and

good-will.

One of their most remarkable and most intelligible traditions was

recorded some time ago in the 'Perth Inquirer', by Mr. Armstrong,

Interpreter to the Natives.

It is as follows: --

"The natives assert that they have been told from age to age, that

when man first began to exist, there were two beings, male and

female, named Wal-lyne-up (the father) and Doronop (the mother); that

they had a son called Biu-dir-woor, who received a deadly wound,

which they carefully endeavoured to heal, but without success;

whereupon it was declared by Wal-lyne-up, that all who came after him

should also die in like manner. Could the wound have been healed in

this case, being the first, the natives think death would have had no

power over them. The place where the scene occurred, and where

Bin-dir-woor was buried, the natives imagine to have been on the

southern plains, between Clarence and the Murray; and the instrument

used is said to have been a spear thrown by some unknown being, and

directed by some supernatural power. The tradition goes on to state

that Bin-dir-woor, the son, although deprived of life and buried in

his grave, did not remain there, but arose and went to the west; to

the unknown land of spirits across the sea. The parents followed

after their son, but (as the natives suppose) were unable to prevail

upon him to return, and they have remained with him ever since."

The following is one of their fables: -- The kangaroo was originally

blind, and could only walk or crawl. The frog seeing it so much at

the mercy of its enemies, took compassion on it, and anointed the

sightless eyeballs of the kangaroo with its saliva, and told it to

hop as he did. The kangaroo did so, and is now become the most

difficult animal in the world to catch.

Besides Chingi, the evil spirit who haunts the woods, there is

another in the shape of an immense serpent, called Waugul, that

inhabits solitary pools. Snakes that frequent both water and land,

of great size -- twenty feet long, according to some authorities --

have been occasionally seen, and give a colour to this belief of the

natives. One day, whilst bivouacking at a lonely and romantic spot,

in a valley of rocks, situated some forty miles north of Perth,

called the 'Dooda-mya', or the Abode of Dogs, I desired a native to

lead my horse to a pool, and let him drink. The man, however,

declined with terror, refusing to go near the pool, which was

inhabited by the Waugul. I therefore had to take my horse myself to

the spot, whilst the native stood aloof, fully expecting that the

Waugul would seize him by the nose and pull him under water.

The natives are polygamists. Each male is entitled to all the

females who are related to him in a certain degree. A newly-born

child is therefore the betrothed spouse of a man who may be thirty

years of age, and who claims her from her parents so soon as she is

marriageable -- when she is twelve years old, or earlier. Some men

have, consequently, four or six wives of various ages, whilst others

have none at all. The latter are therefore continually engaged in

stealing the wives of other people.

This causes incessant wars among the tribes. When the legitimate

husband recovers his wife, he does not restore her to the full

enjoyment of domestic happiness, until he has punished her for

eloping. This he does by thrusting a spear through the fleshy part

of her leg or thigh.

The natives are very good-natured to one another; sharing their

provisions and kangaroo-skin cloaks without grudging. The head of a

family takes the half-baked duck, opossum, or wild-dog, from the

fire, and after tearing it in pieces with his teeth, throws the

fragments into the sand for his wives and children to pick up. They

are very fond of rice and sugar; and bake dampers from flour, making

them on a corner of their cloaks.

Fish and other things are frequently baked in the bark of the paper-tree.

The following observations have been sent to me by my youngest

brother: "Every tribe possesses a certain tract of country which is

called after the name of the tribe -- as Moenaing Budja -- the

Moenai-men's ground. They are not always very particular about

trespassing on their neighbour's territory. Many of the colonists

say that each tribe has its chief or king; but among all whom I have

seen, I never could discover that they paid any particular respect to

one individual, though they appear to reverence old age; and I have

frequently seen a party of young men, alternately carrying an old

grey-headed patriarch during their excursions from one encampment to

another.

"They have no religion whatever, but they believe in some kind of an

evil spirit. I have often tried to discover, but could never clearly

understand, whether they believe in only one all-powerful evil

spirit, or whether it is merely the spirits of their departed friends

that they fear; or, (as I am inclined to believe) they fear both; and

for these reasons: -- wherever there is a large encampment of

natives, each family has its own private fire and hut, but you will

always perceive another fire about one hundred yards from the camp,

which apparently belongs to no one; but which the old hags take care

shall never go out during the night; for they will frequently get up

and replenish that fire, when they are too lazy to fetch fuel for

their own. They call that Chingi's fire; and they believe if he

comes in the night he will sit quietly by his own fire and leave them

undisturbed. That they likewise believe in the reappearance of

departed spirits, may be easily proved by the manner and the

formalities with which they bury their dead. In the first place they

cut off the hair and beard; they then break his finger-joints and tie

the thumb and fore-finger of the right hand together; so that if he

rise again, he may not have the power to use a spear and revenge

himself. They then break his spears, throwing-stick, and all his

other implements of war, and throw them into the grave, over which

they build a hut; and a fire is kept lighted for a certain length of

time. It is likewise customary for his wife or nearest relation, if

at any future period they should happen to pass near the grave, to

repair the hut, rekindle the fire, and utter a long rigmarole to the

departed, to induce him to lie still, and not come back and torment

them. Nothing will induce a stranger to go near a new grave, or to

mention the name of the departed for a long time after his death.

They always speak of him as So-and-so's brother, or father. If the

deceased be the father of a family, it is the duty of his eldest son,

or nearest relation, to avenge his death by killing one of the next,

or any other tribe; and this often leads to furious battles or

cold-blooded murders; for they are by no means particular whether it

be man, woman, or child who is the victim; and it is generally the

poor women who suffer on these occasions; the men being too cowardly,

unless under the influence of very strong passion, to attack those of

equal strength with themselves. The women do all the work, such as

building huts, carrying water, digging up roots, and procuring grubs

out of the wattle and grass-trees. I have seen a poor unfortunate

woman marching twenty miles a-day, with (at least) a hundred

pounds'-weight on her back, including the child and all their

effects; whilst the husband has been too lazy to carry even his

cloak. A hunting excursion with a large party of natives is capital

sport. They choose, if possible, a valley, at one end of which they

station ten or twenty of the most expert spearmen; with whom, if you

want any fun, you must station yourself, taking care to remain

concealed. All the juveniles of the party then start off, and make a

circuit of many miles in extent, shouting and hallooing the whole

time. They form a semicircle, and drive all the kangaroos before

them down the valley, to the spot where the old hunters are placed.

Then comes the tug of war, the crashing of bushes, the flying of

spears, and the thump, thump of the kangaroos, as they come tearing

along, sometimes in hundreds, from the old grey grandfather of six

feet high, to the little picanniny of twelve inches, who has tumbled

out of his mother's pouch; and numbers fall victims to the ruthless

arms of the hunters. The evening terminates with a grand feast and a

corrobery."

[etching opposite p. 214 "Spearing Kangaroos"]

Each tribe has its doctor, or wise man, who is supposed to have

supernatural powers of healing wounds, and is the oracle of the

tribe. One of these fellows described to me the mode of his

initiation. He said his father, himself a wise man, took him one

night to the edge of a steep hill, where he left him lying wrapped in

his kangaroo-skin cloak. He was very much frightened, but durst not

stir. During the night Chingi came and tried to throw him down the

hill, and to strangle him, but did not succeed. Chingi was like

something very black. He afterwards came again, and told him a great

many secrets; and thus is was that my informant became a doctor and a

wise man. I think I have heard of people obtaining the power of

second sight in the Isle of Skye by lying on a rock all night,

wrapped in a bull's hide, and receiving a visit from the devil. The

similarity between these initiatory processes struck me forcibly.

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