 1. Little Dot had lost her way in the bush. 2. She knew it, and was very frightened. She was too frightened in fact to cry, but stood in the middle of a little dry, bare space, looking around her at the scraggly growths of prickly shrubs that had torn her little dress to rags, scratched her bare legs and feet till they bled, and pricked her hands and arms as she had pushed madly through the bushes for hours seeking her home. 3. Sometimes she looked up to the sky, but little of it could be seen because of the great tall trees that seemed to her to be trying to reach heaven with their far off crooked branches. 4. She could see little patches of blue sky between the tangled tufts of her way in, and these with very droopy leaves. 5. And as the dazzling sunlight had faded, she began to think it was getting late, and that very soon it would be night. 6. The thought of being lost and alone in the wild bush at night took her breath away with fear, and made her tired little legs tremble under her. 7. She gave up all hope of finding her home, and sat down at the foot of the biggest blackbutt tree, with her face buried in her hands and knees, and thought of all that had happened and what might happen yet. 8. It seemed such a long, long time since her mother had told her that she might gather some bush flowers while she cooked the dinner, and dot recollected how she was bid not to go out of sight of the cottage, how she wished now she had remembered this sooner. 9. But whilst she was picking the pretty flowers, her hair suddenly started at her feet and sprung away into the bush, and she had run after it. 10. When she found that she could not catch the hair, she discovered that she could no longer see the cottage. 11. After wandering for a while, she got frightened and ran, and ran, little knowing that she was going further away from her home at every step. 12. Where she was sitting under the blackbutt tree, she was miles away from her father's selection, and it would be very difficult for anyone to find her. 13. She felt that she was a long way off, and she began to think of what was happening at home. 14. She remembered how, not very long ago, a neighbour's little boy had been lost, and how his mother had come to their cottage for help to find him, and that her father had ridden off on the Big Bay Horse to bring men from all the selections around to help in the search. 15. She remembered their coming back in the darkness, numbers of strange men she had never seen before, old men, young men, and boys, all on their rough-coated horses, and how they came indoors, and what a noise they made, all talking together in their big, deep voices. 16. They looked terrible men, so tall and brown and fierce, with their rough, bristly beards, and they all spoke in such funny tones to her, as if they were trying to make their voices small. 17. During many days these men came and went, and every time they were more sad and less noisy. The little boy's mother used to come and stay, crying, whilst the men were searching the bush for a little son. 18. Then, one evening, Dot's father came home alone, and both her mother and the little boy's mother went away in a great hurry. Then, very late, her mother came back crying, and her father sat smoking by the fire, looking very sad, and she never saw that little boy again, although he had been found. 19. She wondered now if all these rough big men were riding into the bush to find her, and if, after many days, they would find her, and no one ever see her again. 20. She seemed to see her mother crying, and her father very sad, and all the men very solemn. These thoughts made her so miserable that she began to cry herself. 21. Dot does not know how long she was sobbing in loneliness and fear, with her head on her knees, and with her little hands covering her eyes, so as not to see the cruel wild bush in which she was lost. 22. It seemed a long time before she summoned up courage to uncover her weeping eyes, and look once more at the bare, dry earth, and the wilderness of scrub and trees that seemed to close her in, as if she were in a prison. 23. When she did look up, she was surprised to see that she was no longer alone. She forgot all her trouble and fear in her astonishment at seeing a big grey kangaroo squatting quite close to her, in front of her. What was most surprising was the fact that the kangaroo evidently understood that Dot was in trouble, and was sorry for her. 24. The down the animal's nice soft grey muzzle, too tiny little tears, was slowly trickling. 25. When Dot looked up at it with wonder in her round blue eyes, the kangaroo did not jump away, but remained gazing sympathetically at Dot with a slightly puzzled air. 26. Suddenly the big animal seemed to have an idea, and it lightly hopped off into the scrub, where Dot could just see it bobbing up and down, as if it were hunting for something. 27. Presently back came the strange kangaroo, with a spray of berries in her funny black hands. 28. They were pretty berries, some were green, some were red, some were blue, and others white. 29. Dot was quite glad to take them when the kangaroo offered them to her, and as this friendly animal seemed to wish her to eat them, she did so gladly, because she was beginning to feel hungry. 30. After she had eaten a few berries, a very strange thing happened. 31. While Dot had been alone in the bush, it had all seemed so dreadfully still. There had been no sound but the gentle stir of a light, fitful breeze in the faraway treetops. 32. All around had been so quiet, that her loneliness had seemed twenty times more lonely. 33. Now, however, under the influence of these small, sweet berries, Dot was surprised to hear voices everywhere. 34. At first it seemed like hearing sounds in a dream. They were so faint and distant, but soon the talking grew nearer and nearer, louder and clearer, until the whole bush seemed filled with talking. 35. They were all little voices, some indeed quite tiny whispers and squeaks, but they were very numerous, and seemed to be everywhere. 36. They came from the earth, from the bushes, from the trees, and from the very air. 37. The little girl looked round to see where they came from, but everything looked just the same. 37. Hundreds of ants, of all kinds and sizes, were hurrying to their nests. A few lizards were scuttling about amongst the dry twigs and sparse grasses. 38. There were some grasshoppers, and in the trees, birds fluttered to and fro. 39. Then Dot knew that she was hearing and understanding everything that was being said by all the insects and creatures in the bush. 40. All this time the kangaroo had been speaking, only Dot had been too surprised to listen. 41. But now the gentle, soft voice of the kind animal caught her attention, and she found the kangaroo was in the middle of a speech. 42. I understood what was the matter with you at once, she was saying, for I feel just the same myself. 43. I had been miserable, like you, ever since I lost my baby kangaroo. 44. You also must have lost something, tell me what it is. 45. I've lost my way, said Dot, rather wondering if the kangaroo would understand her. 46. Ah, said the kangaroo, quite delighted at her own cleverness. I knew you had lost something. 47. Isn't it a dreadful feeling? You feel as if you had no inside, don't you? 48. And you're not inclined to eat anything, not even the youngest grass. 49. I had been like that ever since I lost my baby kangaroo. 49. Now tell me, said the creature, confidentially, what your way is like. 50. I may be able to find it for you. 51. Dot found that she must explain what she meant by saying she had lost her way, and the kangaroo was much interested. 52. Well, said she, after listening to the little girl, that is just like you humans. 53. You are not fit for this country at all. 54. Of course, if you have only one home in one place, you must lose it. 55. If you made your home everywhere and anywhere, it would never be lost. 56. Humans are no good in our bush. She continued. 57. Just look at yourself now. How do you compare with the kangaroo? 58. There is your ridiculous shame coat. 59. Well, you have lost bits of it all the way you have come today, and you're nearly left in your bare skin. 56. Now look at my coat. I've done ever so much more hopping than you today, and you see I'm none the worse. 57. I wonder why all your fur grows upon the top of your head? 58. She said reflectively. 59. As she looked curiously at dots, long flags and curls. 60. It's such a silly place to have one's fur the thickest. 51. You see, we have very little there, for we don't want our heads made any hotter under the Australian sun. 52. See how much better off you would be, now that nearly all your shame coat is gone. 53. If that useless fur had been chopped into little, short lengths and spread all over your poor bare body, 54. I wonder why you humans are made so badly? 55. She ended with a puzzled air. 56. Dot felt for a moment as if she ought to apologise for being so unfit for the bush and for having all the fur on the top of her head. 57. But somehow she had an idea that a little girl must be something better than a kangaroo. 58. Although the kangaroo certainly seemed a very superior person, so she said nothing, but again began to eat the berries. 58. You must not eat any more of those berries, said the kangaroo anxiously. 59. Why? asked Dot. 60. They are very nice and I am very hungry. 61. The kangaroo gently took the spray out of Dot's hand and threw it away. 62. You see, she said, if you eat too many of them, you'll know too much. 63. One can't know too much, argued the little girl. 64. Yes, you can, though, said the kangaroo quickly. 65. If you eat too many of those berries, you'll learn too much, and that gives you indigestion, and then you become miserable. 66. I don't want you to be miserable any more, for I'm going to find your lost way. 67. The mention of finding her way reminded the little girl of her sad position, which, in her wonder, a talking with the kangaroo, had been quite forgotten for a little while. 68. She became sad again, and seeing how dim the light was getting, her thoughts went back to her parents. 69. She longed to be with them to be kissed and cuddled, and her blue eyes filled with tears. 71. Your eyes just now remind me of two fringed violets, with the morning dew on them. 72. Or after a shower, said the kangaroo. 72. Why are you crying? 72. I was thinking, said Dot. 72. Oh, don't think, pleaded the kangaroo. 72. I never do myself. 72. I can't help it, explained the little girl. 72. What do you do instead, she asked. 72. I always jump to conclusions, said the kangaroo, and she promptly bounded ten feet at one hop, lightly springing back again to her position in front of the child. 72. She added, and that's why I never have a headache. 73. Dear kangaroo, said Dot, do you know where I can get some water? I'm very thirsty. 72. Of course you are, said her friend. 72. Everyone is at sundown. 72. I'm thirsty myself. 72. But the nearest waterhole is a longish way off, so we had better start at once. 72. Little Dot got up with an effort. 72. After a long run and fatigue, she was very stiff, and her little legs were so tired and weak that after a few steps she staggered and fell. 72. The kangaroo looked at the child compassionately. 72. Poor little human, she said. 72. Your legs aren't much good, and for the life of me I don't understand how you can expect to get along without a tail. 72. The waterhole is a good way off, she added, with a sigh, as she looked down at Dot lying on the ground, and she was very puzzled what to do. 72. But suddenly she brightened up. 72. I have an idea, she said joyfully. 72. Just step into my pouch, and I'll hop you down to the waterhole in less time than it takes a locus to shrill. 72. Timidly and carefully Dot did the kangaroo's bidding, and found herself in the coziest, softest little bag imaginable. 72. The kangaroo seemed overjoyed when Dot was comfortably settled in her pouch. 72. I feel as if I had my dear baby kangaroo again, she exclaimed. 72. And immediately she bounded away through the tangled scrum, over stones and bushes, over dry water courses, and great fallen trees. 72. All Dot felt was a gentle rocking motion, and a fresh breeze in her face, which made her so cheerful that she sung this song. 72. If you want to go quick, I will tell you a trick, for the bush, where there isn't a train. 72. With a hella blue, hella big kangaroo, that be sure that your weight shall sustain. 72. Then with hop, and with skip, she will take your trip, with the speed of the very best steed. 72. And this is a truth, for which I can vouch, there's no carriage can equal a kangaroo's pouch. 72. Oh, where is a friend so strong and true, as a dear big, bounding kangaroo. 72. Goodbye, goodbye, the lizards all cry, it's drying its eyes with its tail. 72. Adieu, adieu, de kangaroo, the scared little grasshopper's wail. 72. They're going express to a distant address, says the bandicoot, ready to scoot. 72. And your path is well cleared for your progress, I vouch, when you ride through the bush in a kangaroo's pouch. 72. Oh, where is a friend so strong and true, as a dear big, bounding kangaroo. 72. Away, away, you will certainly say, to the end of the furthest blue. 72. To the verge of the sky, and the far hills high, oh, take me with thee, kangaroo. 72. We will seek for the end, where the broad plains tend, ain't as far as the evening star. 72. Why, the end of the world, we can reach, I vouch, dear kangaroo, with me in your pouch. 72. Oh, where is a friend so strong and true, as a dear big, bounding kangaroo. Chapter 1. Chapter 2 of Dot and the Kangaroo by Ethel C. Pedley. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Dot and the Kangaroo by Ethel C. Pedley. Chapter 2. It is a nice song of yours," said the kangaroo, and I like it very much. But please stop singing now as we are getting near the water-hole, for it's not etiquette to make a noise near water at sundown. Dot would have asked why everything must be so quiet, but as she peeped out she saw that the kangaroo was making a very dangerous descent, and she did not like to trouble her friend with questions just then. They seemed to be going down to a great deep gully that looked almost like a hole in the earth, the depth was so great, and the hills around came so closely together. The way the kangaroo was hopping was like going down the side of a wall. Huge rocks were tumbled about here and there. Some looked as if they would come rolling down upon them, and others appeared as if a little jolt would send them crashing and tumbling into the darkness below. Where the kangaroo found room to land on its feet after each bound puzzled Dot, for there seemed no foothold anywhere. It all looked so dangerous to the little girl that she shut her eyes so as not to see the terrible places they bounded over or rested on. She felt sure that the kangaroo must lose her balance, or hop just a little too far or a little too near, and that they would fall together over the side of that terrible wild cliff. At last she said, "'Oh, kangaroo, shall we get safely to the bottom, do you think?' "'I never think,' said the kangaroo, but I know we shall. "'This is the easiest way. If I went through the thick bush on the other side, I should stand a chance of running my head against a tree at every leap, unless I got a stiff neck withholding my head on one side, looking out of one eye all the time. "'My nose gets in the way when I look straight in front,' she explained. "'Don't be afraid,' she continued. "'I know every jump of the way. We kangaroos have gone this way ever since Australia began to have kangaroos. "'Look here,' she said, pausing on a big boulder that hung right over the gully. "'We have made a history book for ourselves out of these rocks, and so long as these rocks last, long, long after the time when there will be no more kangaroos and no more humans, the sun and the moon and the stars will look down upon what we have traced on these stones.' Dot peered out from her little refuge in the kangaroo's pouch and saw the glow of the twilight sky reflected on the top of the boulder. The rough surface of the stone shone with a beautiful polish like a looking-glass, for the rock had been rubbed for thousands of years by the soft feet and tails of millions of kangaroos—kangaroos that had hopped down that way to get water. When Dot saw that, she didn't know why it all seemed solemn, or why she felt such a very little girl. She was a little sad, and the kangaroo, after a short sigh, continued her way. As they neared the bottom of the gully, the kangaroo became extremely cautious. She no longer hopped in the open but made her way with little leaps through the thick scrub. She peeped out carefully before each movement. Her long, soft ears kept moving to catch every sound, and her black, sensitive little nose was constantly lifted, sniffing the air. Every now and then she gave little backward starts as if she were going to retreat by the way she had come, and Dot, with her face pressed against the kangaroo's soft, furry coat, could hear her heart beating so fast that she knew she was very frightened. They were not alone. Dot could hear whispers from unseen little creatures everywhere in the scrub, and from birds in the trees. High up in the branches were numbers of pigeons, sweet little bronze wings, and above all the other sounds she could hear their plaintive voices crying. We're so frightened! We're so frightened! So thirsty and so frightened! So thirsty and so frightened! Why don't they drink at the water-hole? whispered Dot. Because they're frightened, was the answer. Frightened of what, asked Dot? Humans, said the kangaroo in frightened tones, and as she spoke she reared up upon her long legs and tail so that she stood at least six feet high, and peeped over the bushes, her nose working all round, and her ears wagging. I think it's safe, she said, as she squatted down again. Friend Kangaroo, said a bronze wing that had sidled out to the end of a neighbouring branch. You are so courageous! Will you go first to the water and let us know if it is all safe? We haven't tasted a drop of water for two days," she said sadly, and were dying of thirst. Last night, when we had waited for hours to make certain there were no cruel humans about, we flew down for a drink, and we wanted—oh, so little! Just three little sips! The terrible humans with their bang-bangs murdered numbers of us. Then we flew back, and some were hurt and bleeding and died of their wounds, and none of us have dared to get a drink since. Dot could see that the poor pigeon was suffering great thirst, for its wings were drooping, and its poor dry beak was open. The kangaroo was very distressed at hearing the pigeon's story. It is dreadful for you pigeons," she said, because you can only drink at evening. We sometimes can quench our thirst in the day. I wish we could do without water. The humans know all the water-holes, and sooner or later we all get murdered—or die of thirst. How cruel they are! Still the pigeons cried on, We're so thirsty and so frightened! And the bronze wing asked the kangaroo to try again, if she could either smell or hear a human near the water-hole. I think we are safe," said the kangaroo, having sniffed and listened as before. I will now try a nearer view. The news soon spread that the kangaroo was going to venture near the water, to see if all was safe. The light was very dim, and there was a general whisper that the attempt to get a drink of water should not be left later, as some feared such foes as dingos and night-birds should they venture into the open space at night. As the kangaroo moved stealthily forward, pushing aside the branches of the scrub, or standing erect to peep here and there, there was absolute silence in the bush. Even the pigeons ceased to say that they were afraid, but hopped silently from bow to bow, following the movements of the kangaroo with eager little eyes. The brushed turkey and the mound-builder left their heaped-up nests and joined the other thirsty creatures, and only by the crackling of the dry scrub, or the falling of a few leaves, could one tell that so many live creatures were together in that wild place. Presently the kangaroo had reached the last bushes of the scrub behind which she crouched. There's not a smell or a sound, she said. Get out, Dot, and wait here until I return, and the bronze-wings have had their drink. For, did they see you, they would be too frightened to come down, and would have to wait another night and day. Dot got out of the pouch, and she was very sorry when she saw how terrified her friend looked. She could see the fur on the kangaroo's chest moving with the frightened beating of her heart, and her beautiful brown eyes looked wild and strange with fear. Instantly the kangaroo leapt into the open. For a second she paused erect, sniffing and listening, and then she hastened to the water. As she stooped to drink, Dot heard a whirr, whirr, whirr, and, like falling leaves, down swept the bronze-wings. It was a wonderful sight. The water-hole shone in the dim light, with the great black darkness of the trees surrounding it, and from all parts came the thirsty creatures of the bush. The bronze-wings were altogether, hundreds of little heads bobbed by the edge of the pool as the little bills were filled, and the precious water was swallowed. Then, together, a minute afterwards, whirr, whirr, whirr, up they flew, and in one great sweeping circle they regained their treetops. Like the bush-creatures Dot also was frightened, and running to the water hurriedly drank, and fled back to the shelter of the bush where the kangaroo was waiting for her. Jump in, said the kangaroo, it's never safe by the water. And a minute after Dot was again in the cosy pouch and was hurrying away, like all the others from the water where men are want to camp, and kill with their guns the poor creatures that come to drink. That evening the kangaroo tried to persuade Dot to eat some grass, but as Dot said she had never eaten grass, it got some roots from a friendly bandicoot, which the little girl ate because she was hungry, but she thought she wouldn't like to be a bandicoot always to eat such food. Then in a nice dry cave she nestled into the fur of the gentle kangaroo, and was so tired that she slept immediately. She only woke up once. She had been dreaming that she was at home, and was playing with the new little calf that had come the day before she was lost, and she couldn't remember at first waking what had happened, or where she was. It was dark in the cave, and outside the bushes and trees looked quite black, for there was but little light in that place from the starry sky. It seemed terribly lonesome and wild. When the kangaroo spoke she remembered everything, and they both sat up and talked a little. Mopoak! Mopoak! sang the nightjar in the distance. I wish the nightjar wouldn't make that noise when one wants to sleep, said the kangaroo. It hasn't got any voice to speak of, and the tune is stupid. It gives me the gym-jams, for it reminds me I've lost my baby kangaroo. There is something wrong about birds that think themselves musical," she continued. They are well-behaved and considerate enough in the day. But as soon as it is a nice quiet calm night, or a bit of a moon is in the sky, they make night hideous to everyone within earshot. Mopoak! Mopoak! Oh! it gives me the blues. As the kangaroo spoke she hopped to the front of the cave. I say, nightjar," she said, I'm a little sad tonight, please go and sing elsewhere. Ah! said the nightjar, I'm so glad I've given you deliciously dismal thoughts with my song. I'm a great artist and can touch all hearts. That is my mission in the world. When the bush is quiet and everyone has time to be miserable, I make them more so. Isn't it lovely to be like that? I'd rather you sang something cheerful," said the kangaroo to herself. But out loud she said, I find it really too beautiful. It is more than I can bear. Please go a little further off. Mopoak! Mopoak! Croaked the nightjar, further and further in the distance as it flew away. What a pity! said the kangaroo as she returned to the cave. The possum made that unlucky joke of telling the nightjar it has a touching voice and can sing. Everyone has to suffer for that joke of the possums. It doesn't matter to him for he is awake all night, but it is too bad for his neighbours who want to sleep. Just then there arose from the bush a shrill wailing and shrieking that made Dot's heart stop with fear. It sounded terrible as if something was wailing in great pain and suffering. Oh! kangaroo! she cried. What is the matter? That, said the kangaroo as she laid herself down to rest, is the sound of the curlew enjoying itself. They are sociable birds and entertain a great deal. There is a party to-night, I suppose, and that is the expression of their enjoyment. I believe, she continued, with a suppressed yawn, it's not so painful as it sounds. Willie Wagtail, who goes a great deal amongst humans, says they do that sort of thing also. He has often heard them when he lived near the town. Dot had never been in the town, but she was certain she had never heard anything like the curlew's wailing in her home, and she wondered what Willie Wagtail meant, but she was too sleepy to ask. So she nestled a little closer to the kangaroo, and with the shrieking of the curlew's and the mournful note of the distant mopoke in her ears, she fell asleep again. Dot and the Kangaroo by Ethel C. Pedley Chapter 3 When Dot awoke, she did so with a start of fear. Something in her sleep had seemed to tell her that she was in danger. At a first glance, she saw that the kangaroo had left her, and coiled upon her body was a young black snake. Before Dot could move, she heard a voice from a tree outside the cave say very softly, Don't be afraid, keep quite still, and you will not get hurt. Presently I'll kill that snake. If I try to do so now, it might bite you, so let it sleep on. She looked up in the direction of the tree, and saw a big cuckaburra perched on a bow, with all the creamy feathers of its breast fluffed out, and its crest very high. The cuckaburra is one of the jolliest birds in the bush, and is always cracking jokes and laughing. But this one was keeping as quiet as he could. Still, he could not be quite serious, and a smile played all round his huge beak. Dot could see that he was nearly bursting with suppressed laughter. He kept on saying, under his breath, What a joke it is! What a capital joke! How they'll all laugh when I tell them. Just as if it was the funniest thing in the world to have a snake coiled up on one's body. When the horrid thing might bite one with its poisonous fangs at any moment. Dot said she did not see any joke, and it was no laughing matter. Oh, to be sure you don't see the joke, said the jovial bird. Onlookers always see the jokes, and I'm an onlooker. It's not to be expected of you, because you're not an onlooker. And he shook with suppressed laughter again. Where is my dear kangaroo? asked Dot. She has gone to get you some berries for breakfast, said the cuckaburra. And she asked me to look after you, and that's why I'm here. That snake got on you whilst I flew away to consult my doctor, the white owl, about the terrible indigestion I have. He's very difficult to catch awake, for he's out all night and sleepy all day. He says cockchafers have caused it. The horny wing cases and legs are most indigestible, he assures me. I didn't fancy them much when I ate them last night, so I took his advice and coughed them up, and I'm no longer feeling depressed. Take my advice and don't eat cockchafers, little human. Dot did not really hear all this, nor heed the excellent advice of the cuckaburra, not to eat those hard green beetles that had disagreed with it, for a little shivering movement had gone through the snake, and presently all the scales of its shining black back and rosy underpart began to move. Dot felt quite sick as she saw the reptile begin to uncoil itself as it lay upon her. She hardly dared to breathe, but lay as still as if she were dead, so as not to frighten or anger the horrid creature, which presently seemed to slip like a slimy cord over her bare legs, and wriggled away to the entrance of the cave. With a quick, delighted movement she sat up eager to see where the deadly snake would go. It was very drowsy, having slept heavily on Dot's warm little body, so it went slowly towards the bush to get some frogs or birds for breakfast, but as it wriggled into the warm morning sunlight outside, Dot saw a sight that made her clap her hands together with anxiety for the life of the jolly cuckaburra. No sooner did the black snake get outside the cave than she saw the cuckaburra fall like a stone from its branch, right on top of the snake. For a second Dot thought the bird must have tumbled down dead, it was such a sudden fall, but a moment later she saw it flutter on the ground, in battle with the poisonous reptile, whilst the snake wriggled and coiled its body into hoops and rings. The cuckaburra's strong wings, beating the air just above the writhing snake, made a great noise, and the serpent hissed in its fierce hatred and anger. Then Dot saw that the cuckaburra's beak had a firm hold of the snake by the back of the neck, and that it was trying to fly upwards with its enemy. In vain the dreadful creature tried to bite the gallant bird. In vain it hissed and stuck out its wicked little spiky tongue. In vain it tried to coil itself round the bird's body. The cuckaburra was too strong and too clever to lose its hold, or to let the snake get power over it. At last Dot saw that the snake was getting weaker and weaker. For little by little the cuckaburra was able to rise higher with it until it reached the high bow. All the time the snake was held in the bird's beak writhing and coiling in agony, for he knew that the cuckaburra had won the battle. But when the noble bird had reached its perch it did a strange thing, for it dropped the snake right down to the ground. Then it flew down again and brought the reptile back to the bow, and dropped it once more. And this it did many times. Each time the snake moved less and less, for its back was being broken by these falls. At last the cuckaburra flew up with its victim for the last time, and holding it on the branch with its foot, beat the serpent's head with its great strong beak. Dot could hear the blow's fall. Whack, whack, whack! As the beak smote the snake's head, first on one side, then on the other, until it lay limp and dead across the bow. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! Laughed the cuckaburra, and said to Dot, Did you see that? Wasn't it a joke? What a capital joke! Ha, ha, ha, ha! Oh, how my sides do ache! What a joke! How they'll laugh when I tell them! Then came a great flight of cuckaburras, for they had heard the laughter and all wanted to know what the joke was. Finally the cuckaburra told them all about the snake sleeping on Dot, and the great fight. All the time, first one cuckaburra, and then another chuckled over the story. And when it came to an end, every bird dropped its wings, cocked up its tail, and throwing back its head, opened its great beak, and all laughed uproariously together. Dot was nearly deafened by the noise. Some cuckled, some cackled, some said, ha, ha, ha! Others said, oh, oh, oh! And as soon as one left off another began, until it seemed as though they couldn't stop. They all said it was a splendid joke, and that they really must go and tell it to the whole bush. So they flew away, and far and near for hours, the bush echoed with chuckling and cackling, and wild bursts of laughter. As the cuckaburras told that grand joke everywhere. Now, said the cuckaburra, when all the others had gone, a bit of snake is just the right thing for breakfast. Will you have some little human? Dot shuddered at the idea of eating snake for breakfast, and the cuckaburra thought she was afraid of being poisoned. It won't hurt you, he said kindly. I took care that it did not bite itself. Sometimes they do that when they are dying, and then they're not good to eat. But this snake is all right, and won't disagree like cockchafers. The scales are quite soft and digestible, he added. But Dot said she would rather wait for the berries the kangaroo was bringing, and so the cuckaburra remarked that if she would excuse it, he would like to begin breakfast at once, as the fight had made him hungry. Then Dot saw him hold the reptile on the branch with his foot, whilst he took its tail into his beak, and proceeded to swallow it in a leisurely way. In fact, the cuckaburra was so slow that very little of the snake had disappeared when the kangaroo returned. The kangaroo had brought a pouch full of berries, and in her hand a small spray of the magic ones, by eating which Dot was able to understand the talk of all the bush-creatures. All the time she was wandering in the bush, the kangaroo gave her some of these to eat daily, and Dot soon found that the effect of these strange berries only lasted until the next day. The kangaroo emptied out her pouch, and Dot found quite a large collection of roots, buds, and berries, which she ate with good appetite. The kangaroo watched her eating with a look of quiet satisfaction. See, she said, how easily one can live in the bush without hurting anyone, and yet humans live by murdering creatures and vouring them. If they are lost in the scrub, they die, because they know no other way to live than that cruel one of destroying us all. Humans have become so cruel that they kill and kill, not even for food, but for the love of murdering. I often wonder, she said, why they and the Dingos are allowed to live on this beautiful kind earth. The black humans kill and devour us, but they even are not so terrible as the whites who delight in taking our lives and torturing us just as an amusement. Every creature in the bush weeps that they should have come to take the beautiful bush away from us. Dot saw that the sad brown eyes of the kangaroo were full of tears, and she cried too, as she thought of all that the poor animals and birds suffer at the hands of white men. Dear kangaroo, she said, if I ever get home, I'll tell everyone of how you unhappy creatures live in fear and suffer, and ask them not to kill you poor things anymore. But the kangaroo sadly shook her head and said, white humans are cruel and love to murder. We must all die. But about your lost way, she continued in a brisk tone by way of changing this painful subject. I've been asking about it, and no one has seen it anywhere. Of course, someone must know where it is, but the difficulty is to find the right one to ask. Then she dropped her voice and came a little nearer to Dot, and stooping down until her little black hands hung close to the ground, she whispered in Dot's ear. They say I ought to consult the platypus. Could the platypus help, do you think? Dot asked. I never think, said the kangaroo, but as the platypus never goes anywhere, never associates with any other creature and is hardly ever seen, I conclude it knows everything. It must, you know. Of course, said Dot with some doubt in her tone. The only thing is, continued the kangaroo, once more sitting up and pensively scratching her nose. The only thing is, I can't bear the platypus. The sight of it gives me the creeps. It's such a queer creature. I've never seen a platypus, said Dot. Do tell me what it's like. I couldn't describe it, said the kangaroo with a shudder. It seems made up of parts of two or three different sorts of creatures. None of us can account for it. It must have been an experiment when all the rest of us were made, or else it was made up of the odds and ends of the birds and beasts that were left over after we were all finished. Little Dot clapped her hands. Oh, dear kangaroo, she said. Do take me to see the platypus. There was nothing like that in my Noah's Ark. I should say not, remarked the kangaroo. The animals in the Ark said they were each to be of its kind, and every sort of bird and beast refused to admit the platypus, because it was of so many kinds. And at last Noah turned it out to swim for itself, because there was such a row. That's why the platypus is so secluded. Ever since then, no platypus is friendly with any other creature, and no animal or bird is more than just polite to it. They couldn't be, you see, because of that trouble in the Ark. But that was so long ago, said Dot, filled with compassion for the lonely platypus. And after all, this is not the same platypus, nor are all the bush creatures the same now as then. No, returned the kangaroo. And some say there was no Ark, and no fuss over the matter. But that, of course, doesn't make any difference, for it's a very ancient quarrel, so it must be kept up. But if we are to go to the platypus we'd better start now. It is a good time to see it. So come along, little Dot, said the kangaroo. Dot and the kangaroo. This is a LibriVox recording, or LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Lizzie Driver. Dot and the Kangaroo by Ethel C. Peddley. Chapter 4 Goodbye, Cuckaburra! cried Dot as they left the cave, and the bird gave her a nod of the head, followed by a wink, which was supposed to mean hearty goodwill at parting. He would have spoken. Only he had swallowed but part of the snake, and the rest hung out the side of his beak like an old man's pipe, so he couldn't speak. It wouldn't have been polite to do so with his beak full. Dot was so rested by asleep all night, that she did not ride in the kangaroo's pouch. But they proceeded together, she walking, and a friend making a small hops as she could, so as not to get too far ahead. This was very difficult for the kangaroo, because even the smallest hops carried her far in front. After a time they arranged that the friendly animal should hop a few yards, then wait for Dot to catch her up, and then go on again. This she did, nibbling bits of grass as she waited, or playing a little game of hide-and-seek behind the bushes. Sometimes when she hid like this, Dot would be afraid that she had lost her kangaroo, and would run here and there, hunting round trees and clusters of ferns, until she felt quite certain she had lost the kind animal. When suddenly, clean over a big bush, the kangaroo would bound into view, landing right in front of her. Then Dot would laugh and rush forward, and throw her arms around a friend. And the kangaroo, with a quiet smile, would rub her little head against Dot's curls, and they were both very happy. So, although it was a long and rough way to the little creek where the platypus lived, it did not seem at all far. The stream ran at the bottom of a deep gully, and it had high rocky sides, with strangely shaped trees growing between the rocks. But, by the stream, Dot thought they must be in fairyland. It was so beautiful. In the dark hollows of the rocks were wonderful ferns, such delicate ones, that the little girl was afraid to touch them. They were so tender and green that they could only grow far away from the sun. And as she peeped into the hollows and caves where they grew, it seemed as if she was being shown the secret storehouse of nature, where she kept all the most lovely plants out of sight of the world. A soft carpet seemed to spring under Dot's feet, like a nice springy mattress as she trotted along. She asked the kangaroo why the earth was so soft, and was told that it was not earth, but the dead leaves with the tree ferns above them. That had been falling for such a long, long time, that no kangaroo could remember the beginning. Then Dot looked up and saw that there was no sky to be seen, for they were passing under a forest of tree ferns, and their lovely spreading ferns made a perfect green tent over their heads. The sunlight that came through was green, as if you were in a house made of green glass. All upon the slender stems of these tall tree ferns were the most beautiful little plants, and many stems were twined, from the earth to their feather-like fronds, with tender creeping ferns. The fronds of which were so fine and close, that it seemed as if the tree fern were wrapped up in a lovely little fern coat, even crumbling dead trees and decaying tree ferns did not look dead, because some beautiful moss or lichen or little ferns had clung to them, and made them more beautiful than when alive. Dot kept crying out with pleasure at all she saw, especially when little parakeets, with feathers as green as the ferns, and gorgeous red breasts, came in flocks and welcomed her to their favourite haunt. And as she had eaten the berries of understanding and was the friend of the kangaroo, they were not frightened, but perched on her shoulders and hands, and chatted their merry talk together. The kangaroo did not share Dot's enthusiasm for the beauties of the gully. She said it was pretty certainly, but a bad place for kangaroos, because there was no grass. For her part, she didn't think any sight in nature so lovely, but a big plain green, with the little blades of new spring grass. The gully was very showy, but not to her mind so beautiful as the other. Then they came to a stream that gurgled melodiously as it rippled over stones in its shallow course, or crept round big grey boulders that were wrapped in thick mosses, in which were mingled flowers of the pink and red wild fuchsia, or the creamy great blossoms of the rock lily. Dot ran down the stream with bare feet, laughing as she paddled in and out among the rocks and ferns, and the sun shone down on the gleaming foam of the water, and made golden lights in Dot's wild curls. The kangaroo too was very merry, and bounded from rock to rock over the stream, showing what wonderful thing she could do in that way. And sometimes they paused, side by side, and peeped down upon some small pool that showed their two reflections as in a mirror. And that seemed so funny to Dot, that her silvery laugh worked for silence and happy peels, until more green and red parakeets flew out of the bush to join in the fun. When they had followed to the stream some distance, the gully opened out into bush scrub. The little parakeets then said, Good-bye! and flew back to their favourite tree ferns and bush-growth. And the kangaroo said, The tears they were nearing the home of the platypus they must not play in the stream any more. To do so might warn the creature of their approach and frighten it. We shall have to be very careful, she said, so that the platypus will neither hear nor smell you. We will therefore walk on the opposite shore, as the wind will then blow away from its home. The stream no longer chattered over rocky beds, but slid between soft banks of earth, under tufts of tall rushes, grasses and ferns, and soon it opened into a broad pool, which was as smooth as glass. The clouds in the sky, the tall surrounding trees, and the graceful ferns and rushes of the banks were all reflected in the water, so that it looked to dot like a strange upside-down picture. This, then, was the home of that wonderful animal. And dot felt quite frightened, because she thought she was going to see something terrible. At the kangaroo's bidding she hid a little away from the edge of the pool, but she was able to see all that happened. The kangaroo evidently did not enjoy the prospect of conversing with the platypus. She kept on fidgeting about, putting off calling to the platypus by one excuse and another. She was decidedly ill at ease. "'Are you frightened of the platypus?' asked dot. "'Dear me, no,' replied the kangaroo. "'But I'd rather have a talk with any other bush creature. "'First of all, the sight of it makes me so uncomfortable "'that I want to hop away the instant I set eyes upon it. "'Then, too, it's so difficult to be polite to the platypus, "'because one never knows how to behave towards it. "'If you treat it as an animal, you offend its bird nature. "'And if you treat it as a bird, "'the animal in it is mighty indignant. "'One never knows where one is with a creature that is two creatures,' said the kangaroo. Dot was so sorry for the perplexity of her friend that she suggested that they should not consult the platypus. But the kangaroo said it must be done, because no one in the bush was so learned. Being such a strange creature and living in such seclusion and being so difficult to approach was a proof that it was the right advisor to seek. So, with a half-desperate air, the kangaroo left the little girl and went down to the water's edge. Pausing a moment she made a strange little noise that was something between a grunt and a hiss, and she repeated this many times. At last Dot saw what looked like a bit of black stick just above the surface of the pool, coming towards their side, and, as it moved forward, leaving two little silvery ripples that widened out behind it on the smooth waters. Presently the black stick, which was the bill of the platypus, reached the bank, and the strangest little creature climbed into view. Dot had expected to see something big and hideous, but here was quite a small object after all. It seemed quite ridiculous that the great kangaroo should be evidently discomposed by the sight. Dot could not hear what the kangaroo said, but she saw the platypus hurriedly prepared to regain the water. It began to stumble clumsily down the bank. The kangaroo then raised her voice in pleading accents. But, she said, it's such a little human, I have treated it like my baby kangaroo and have carried it in my pouch. This information seemed to arrest the movements of the platypus. It had reached the water's edge, but it paused and turned. I tell you, it said in a high-pitched and irritable voice, that all humans are alike. They all come here to interview me for the same purpose, and I'm resolved it shall not happen again. I have been insulted enough by their ignorance. I assure you, urged the kangaroo, that she will not annoy you in that way. She wouldn't think of doing such a thing to any animal. As the kangaroo called the platypus an animal, Dot saw it once that it was offended, and in a great huff it turned towards the pool again. I beg your pardon," replied the kangaroo nervously. I didn't mean an altogether animal, or even a bird, but any a—a—a—a— She seemed puzzled how to speak of the platypus, when the strange creature, seeing the well-meaning embarrassment of the kangaroo, said affably, any mammal or ornithorinkus paradoxus, exactly, said the kangaroo, brightening up, although she hadn't the least idea what a mammal was. Well, bring the little human here, said the platypus, in a more friendly tone. And if I feel quite sure on that point, I will permit an interview. Two bounds brought the kangaroo to where Dot was hidden. She seemed anxious that the child should make a good impression on the platypus, and tried, with the long claws and her little black hands, to comb through Dot's long gleaming curls. But they were so tangled that the child called out at this awkward method of hairdressing, and the kangaroo stopped. She then licked a black smudge of Dot's forehead, which was all she could do to tidy her. Then she started back a hop, and eyed the child with a head on one side. She was not quite satisfied. Ah, she said, if only you were a baby kangaroo, I could make you look so nice. But I can't do anything to your sham coat, which gets worse every day. And your fur is all wrong, for one can't get one's claw through it. You humans are no good in the bush. Never mind, dear kangaroo, said the little girl. When I get home, mother will put me on a new frock, and will get the tangles out of my hair. Let us go to the platypus now. The kangaroo felt sad as Dot spoke of returning home, for she had become really fond of the little human. She began to feel that she would be lonely when they parted. However, she did not speak of what was in her mind, but bounded back to the platypus to wait for Dot. When the little girl reached the pool, she was still more surprised on a nearer view of the platypus, that the kangaroo should think so much of it. At her feet she beheld a creature like a shapeless bit of wet matted fur. She thought it looked like an empty fur bag that should be fished out of the water. Projecting from the head, that seemed much nearer to the ground than the back, was a broad duck's bill of a dirty grey colour, and peeping out underneath were two four feet, that were like a duck's also. All together it was such a funny object that she was inclined to laugh. Only the kangaroo looked so serious, that she tried to look serious too, as if there were nothing strange in the appearance of the platypus. I am the ornithorinkus paradoxus," said the platypus pompously. I am Dot," said the little girl. Now we know one another's names, said the platypus, with satisfaction. If the kangaroo had introduced us, it would have stumbled over my name and mumbled yours, and we should have been none the wiser. Now tell me, little human, are you going to write a book about me? Because if you are, I'm off. I can't stand any more books being written about me. I have been annoyed enough that way." I couldn't write a book," said Dot, with surprise, inwardly wondering what anyone could find to make a book of, out of such a small, ugly creature. You're quite sure?" asked the platypus, doubtfully and evidently half inclined to dive into the pool. "'Quite,' said Dot. "'Then I'll try to believe you,' said the platypus, clumsily waddling towards some grass, amongst which it settled itself comfortably. But it's very difficult to believe you humans, for you tell such dreadful fibs.' It continued, as it squirted some dirty water out of the bag that surrounded its bill, and swallowed some water beetles, small snails, a mud that it had stored there. See, for instance, the way you have all quarrelled and lied about me. One great human, the biggest fool of all, said I wasn't a live creature at all, but a joke another human had played upon him. Then they squabbled together, one saying I was a beaver, another that I was a duck, another that I was a mole or a rat. Then they argued whether I was a bird or an animal, or if we laid eggs or not, and everyone wrote a book full of lies all out of his head. That's the way humans amuse themselves. They write books about things they don't understand, and each new book says all the others are all wrong. It's a silly game, and very insulting to the creatures they write about. Humans at the other end of the world, who never took the trouble to come here to see me, write books about me. Those who did come were more impudent than those who stayed away. Their idea of learning all about a creature was to dig up its home and frighten it out of its wits and kill it. And after a few moons of that sort of foolery, they claimed to know all about us, us, whose ancestors knew the world millions of years before the ignorant humans came on the earth at all. The platypus spluttered out more dirty water in its indignation. The kangaroo became very timid, as it saw the rising anger of the platypus, and it whispered a dot to say something to calm the little creature. A million years is a very long time, said Dot, unable at that moment to think of anything better to say. But this remark angered the platypus more, for it seemed to suspect Dot of doubting what it said. It clambered up to a more erect position, and its little brown eyes became quite fiery. I didn't say a million, I said millions. I can prove by a bone in my body that my ancestors were the Amphetherium, the Amphilestes, the Fascalaetherium, and the Stereognathus, almost shrieked the little creature. Dot didn't understand what all these words meant, and looked at the kangaroo for an explanation. But she saw that the kangaroo didn't understand either. Only she was trying to hide her ignorance by a calm appearance, while she nibbled the end of a long grass she held in her forepaw. But Dot noticed by the slight trembling of the little black paw, that the kangaroo was very nervous. She thought she would try to say something to please platypus, so she arched very kindly, if the bone ever hurt it. But this strange creature did not seem to notice the remark. Settling itself more comfortably amongst the grass, it muttered in calmer tones. I traced my ancestry back to the Oolite age. Where does man come in? I don't know, said Dot. Of course you don't, replied the platypus contemptuously. Humans are so ignorant, that is because they are so new. When they have existed a few more million years, they will be more like us of old families. They will respect quiet, exclusive living, like that of the ornithorincous paradoxus, and will not be so inquisitive, pushing, and dangerous as now. The age will come when they will understand, and will cease to write books, and there will be peace for everyone. The kangaroo now thought it a good opportunity to change the subject, and gently introduced the topic of Dot's lost way, saying how she had found a little girl, who can care of her ever since. The platypus did not seem interested, and yawned more than once whilst the kangaroo spoke. The question is, concluded the kangaroo, who shall I ask to find it? Someone must know where it is. Of course, said the platypus, yawning again, without so much as putting its webfoot in front of its bill, which Dot thought very rude, whilst very ancient manners. Little human, it said, tell me what kind of bush-creatures come about your burrow? We live in a cottage, she said, but seeing that the platypus did not like to be corrected, and that the kangaroo looked quite shocked at her doing so, she hurriedly described the creature she had seen there. She said there were crickets, grass-oppers, lizards, swallows, opossums, flying foxes, cookaburras, magpies, and shepherd's companions. Stop! interrupted the platypus, with a wave of its webfoot. That is the right one. Who? asked the kangaroo and Dot anxiously together. The bird you call shepherd's companion, some of you call it rickety-dick, or willy-wagtail. Turn into the kangaroo, especially, it continued. If you can bring yourself to speak to anything so obtrusive and gossiping, without any ancestry or manners whatever, you'll be able to learn all you need from that bird. Humans and wagtails fraternise together. They're both post-glacial. I knew you could advise me, said the kangaroo gratefully. Oh, platypus, how clever you are! cried Dot, clapping her hands. Directly Dot had spoken. She saw that she had offended the queer little creature before her. It raised itself with an air of offended dignity that was unmistakable. The name platypus is insulting. It remarked, looking at the child severely. It means broad-footed. A vulgar pseudonym, which could only have emanated from the brutally coarse expressions of a human. My name is Orna Thyrincus Paradoxus. Besides, even if my front feet can expand, they can also contract. See, as narrow and refined as a bird's claw. Observe, too, that my hind feet are narrow and like a seal's fin, though it has been described as a mole's foot. As the platypus spoke and thrust out its strangely different feet, the kangaroo edged a little closer to Dot and whispered in her ear. It's getting angry and is beginning to use long words. Do be careful what you say, or it will be terrible. I beg your pardon, said Dot. I did not wish to hurt your feelings, Par... Paradoxus. Orna Thyrincus Paradoxus, if you please. Insisted, the little creature. How would you like it if your name was Jones Smith Jones and I called you one Jones or one Smith? I did not say both the Jones and the Smiths. You have no idea how sensitive our race is. You humans have no feelings at all compared with ours. Why? My fifth pair of nerves are larger than a man's. Humans get on my nerves dreadfully. It ended in disgusted accents. She does not mean to hurt you, says the gentle kangaroo soothingly. Is there anything we can do to make you feel comfortable again? There is nothing you can do. Side the platypus, now mournful and depressed. I must sing. Only music can quiet my nerves. I will sing a little Threnody, composed by myself. About the good old days of this world, before the flood. And as it spoke, the platypus moved into an upright position amongst the tussock grass. And after a little cough, opened its bill to sing. The kangaroo kept very close to Dot and warned her to be very attentive to the song and not to interrupt it on any account. Almost before the kangaroo had ceased to whisper in her ear, Dot heard this strange song, sung to the most peculiar tune she had ever heard and in the funniest of little squeaky voices. The fairest iguanodon reposed upon the shore. Extended lay her beauteous form a hundred feet and more. The sun, with rays flamivorous, beat on the blue-black sand and sportive little saurons desported on the strand. But after the iguanodon reproved them in their glee and said, Alas, this sauron age is not what it should be. Then, forth from that achaic sea, the ichthyosaurus uproads upon his finny wings with necomian fuss. Oh, iguanodon he cried as he approached the shore. Why art thou thus dystanic love? Come, rise with me and soar. Or leave these esturion seas and wander in the grove. Behold, a bird like reptile fish is dying for thy love. Then, through the dark, coniferous gray, they wandered side by side, the tender iguanodon and ichthyosaurus bride. And through their enublius air, the carboniferous breeze, awoke, with their amphibious sighs, the silence in the trees. To think, they cried, but tourists toned, when ages intervened, our osseous fossil forms will be in some museum seen. Vimoning thus, by tumorous path, they crushed the cycad's growth. And many a crash and thunder marked the progress of them both. And when they reached the estuary, the excandescent sun was setting over the hefted sea. Their sore and day was done. Then raised their parasolini eyes unto the flaming moon. And wept, the necomian age was passing all too soon. Oh, iguanodon! Oh, earth! Oh, ichthyosaurus! Oh, Milanocephalus sorens! Oh, oh, oh! Here the platypus was sobbing. Oh, troglodytes obscure! Oh, oh! At this point of the song, the poor platypus, whose voice had trembled with increasing emotion and sobbing in each verse, broke down. Overcome by the extreme sensitiveness of its fifth pair of nerves, and the sadness of its song, and wept in terrible grief. The gentle kangaroo was also deeply moved, seeing the platypus in such sorrow. And Dot mastered her aversion to touching cold, damp fur, and stroked the little creature's head. The platypus seemed much soothed by their sympathy, but hurriedly bid them farewell. It said it must try and restore its shattered fifth pair of nerves by a few hydrophilus, latipalpus, beetles for lunch, and asleep. It wearily dragged itself down to the edge of the pool. I looked backwards to the kangaroo and Dot, who called out good-bye to it. Its eyes were dim with tears, where it was still thinking of the iguanodon and the ichthyosaurus. And of the good old days before the flood. It breaks my heart to think that they are all fossils. It exclaimed, warmfully shaking its head. Fossils! It repeated as it plunged into the pool and swum away. Fossils! It cried out once more, in far, faint accents, and a second later it dived out of sight. For several moments after the pool, I saw the little creature, for several moments after the platypus had disappeared from view, the kangaroo and Dot remained just as it left them. Then Dot broke the silence. Dear kangaroo, she said, what was that song about? I don't know, said the animal wistfully. No one ever knows what the platypus sings about. It was very sad, said Dot, dreadfully sad, sighed the kangaroo. But the platypus is the most learned and interesting creature. She added hastily, its conversation and song are most edifying. Everyone in the bush admits it. Does anyone understand its conversation? Asked Dot. She was afraid she must be very stupid, for she hadn't understood anything, except that Willie Wagtail could help them to find her way. That is the beauty of it all. Said the kangaroo. The platypus is so learned and so instructive, that no one tries to understand it. It is not expected that anyone should. Now we must find Willie Wagtail, said the kangaroo. The chances are clickety-clack. His big cousin who lives in the bush will be able to tell us where to find him, for he doesn't care for the bush, and lives almost entirely with humans, and the queer creatures they have brought into the country nowadays. We may have to go a long way, so hop into my pouch, and we will get on our way. Once more Dot was in the kind kangaroo's pouch. It was in the latter end of autumn, and the air was so keen, that as her torn little frock was now very little protection to her against the cold, she was glad to be back in that nice fur bag. She was used now to the springy bounding of the great kangaroo, and felt quite safe, so that she quite enjoyed the wonderful and seemingly dangerous things the animal did in its great leaps and jumps. Many rests and stops to eat berries were grass on their way. They searched the bush for the rest of the day without finding the big bush wag-tail. All kinds of creatures had seen him, or heard his strange rattling, chattering song, but it always seemed that he had just flown off a few minutes before they heard of him. It was most vexious, and Dot saw that another night must pass before they would be able to hear of her home. She did not like to think of that, for she could picture to herself all those great men on their big, rough horses coming back to her father's cottage that night and how they would begin to be quiet and sad. She thought it would not be half so bad to be lost if the people at home could only know that one was safe and snug in the lekind kangaroo's pouch. But she knew that her parents could never suppose that she was so well cared for and would only think that she was dying alone in the terrible bush, dying for want of food and water, and from fear and exposure. Strange it seemed that people should die like that in the bush, where so many creatures lived well and happily, but then they had not bush-friends to tell them what berries and roots to eat and where to get water and to cuddle them up in a nice warm fur during the cold night. As she thought of this, she rubbed her face against the kangaroo's soft coat and padded her with her little hands, and the affectionate animal was so pleased at the caresses that she jumped clean over a water course 20 feet at least in one bound. It was getting evening time, and the sun was setting with a beautifully rosy color as they came upon a lovely scene. They had followed the water course until it widened out into a great shallow creek beside a grassy plain, as they emerged from the last scattered bushes and trees of the forest and hopped out into the open side of a range of hills miles and miles of grass country with dim distant hills stretched before them. The great shining surface of the creek caught the rosy evening light and every pink cloud lit in the sky looked doubly beautiful reflected in the water. Here and there out of the water arose giant skeleton trees with huge silver trunks and contorted dead branches. On these twisted limbs were numbers of birds, shag, blue and white cranes, and black and white ibis with their bent bills. Slowly paddling on the creek with graceful movements were 20 or 30 black swans, and in and out of their ranks as they passed in stately possession shot wild ducks and moorhans like a flotilla of little boats amongst a fleet of big ships. All these birds were watching a pretty sight that arrested Dot's attention at once. By the margin of the creek were tufted rushes and tall sedges shed their graceful reflection on the pink waters where a party of native companions dancing. In these times it is seldom we can see a sight like this in the kangaroo the water is generally too unsafe for the birds to enjoy themselves. It often means death to them to have a little pleasure. As the kangaroo spoke one of the native companions caught sight of her and leaving the dance opened her wings and still making dainty steps with her long legs half danced and half flew to where the kangaroo was sitting. Good evening kangaroo she said, gracefully bowing will you not come a little nearer to see the dance? Then the native companion saw Dot in the kangaroo's pouch with a little spring of surprise. Dear me she said, what have you in your pouch? It's a human said the kangaroo, apologetically. It's quite a little harmless one let me introduce you. So Dot alighted from the pouch and joined in the conversation and the native companion was much interested in hearing her story. Do you dance? Asked the native companion with a quick turn of her head on its long graceful neck. Dot said that she loved dancing so the native companion took her down to the creek and the native companion stopped dancing and gathered round her while she was introduced and her story told. Then they spread their wings and what stately steps escorted her to the edge of the water whilst the kangaroo sat a little way off and delightedly watched the proceedings. Dot didn't understand any of the figures of the dance but the scenery was so lovely and so was the pink sunset and the native companions were so elegant and gay that catching up her ragged little skirts in both hands she followed their movements with her bare brown feet as best as she could and enjoyed herself very much. To Dot the eight birds that took part in the entertainment were very tall and splendid with their lovely gray plumage and greeny heads and she felt quite small as they gathered round her sometimes and enclosed her within their outspread wings and how beautiful their dancing was how light their dainty steps as their feet scarcely touched the earth and what fantastic measures they danced advancing, retreating, circling around with their beautiful wings keeping the rhythm of their feet there was one figure that Dot thought the prettiest of all when they danced in line at the margin of the water stepping and bowing and gracefully gyrating to their shadows which were reflected with the pink clouds of evening on the surface of the creek Dot was very sorry and hot and breathless when the dance came to an end the sun had been gone a long time and all of the pink shades had slowly turned to gray the creek had lost its radiant color and it looked like a silver mirror and so desolate and somber that no one could have imagined it to have been the scene of so much gaiety shortly before Dot hastily returned to the kangaroo and all the native companions came daintily and made graceful adoos to them both afterwards they spread their great soft wings and stretching their long legs behind them wheeled upwards to the darkening sky then all the birds and the bare trees preened their feathers and settled down for the night and the kangaroo took her little human charge back to the bush where there was a cozy sheltering rock under which to pass the night and they lay down together with the stars peeping at them through the branches of the trees they had slept for a long time as it seemed to Dot when they were awakened by a little voice saying wake up kangaroo you are in danger get away as soon as possible the moon was shining fitfully as it broke through swift flying clouds in this uncertain light Dot could see a little creature near them and knew at once it was a possum what does the matter ask the kangaroo softly blacks said the possum and as it spoke Dot heard a sound as of a half dingo dog howling and snapping in the distance as that sound was heard the possum made one flying leap to the nearest tree and scrambled out of sight in a moment I wish he had told us a little more said the kangaroo still for a possum it was a good natured act to wake me up they are selfish spiteful little beast as a rule now I wonder where those blacks are I shall have to go a little way to sniff and listen I won't go far so don't be afraid but stay quietly here until I come back End of Chapter 5 Recording by Carl Cubbage, Brick, New Jersey cubbiesdiscoffworld.blogspot.com Chapter 6 of Dot and the Kangaroo This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Reading by Kristen Hughes Dot and the Kangaroo by Ethel C. Pedley Chapter 6 It was terrible to Dot to see the kangaroo hop off into the dark bush and to find herself all alone so she crawled out from under the ledge of rock into the moonlight and sat on a stone where she could see the sky and watch the black ragged clouds hurry over the moon but the bush was not altogether quiet she could hear an owl hooting at the moon not far off was a camp of quarrelsome flying foxes and the melancholy nightjar in the distance was fulfilling its mission of making all the bush-creatures miserable with its incessant mournful Mopoak! Mopoak! As Dot could understand all the voices it amused her to listen to the wrangles of the flying foxes as they ate the fruit of a wild fig tree nearby she saw them swoop past on their huge black wings with a solemn flapping then as each little fox approached the tree the foxes who were there already screamed and swore in dreadfully bad language at the visitor for every little fox on the tree was afraid some other flying fox would eat all the figs and as each visitor arrived he was assailed with cries of get away you're not wanted here this is my branch my figs go and find figs for yourself these figs are not half-ripe like the juicy ones on the other side of the tree then the newcomer flying fox with his spiteful squeal would pounce down on a branch already occupied and angry spluttering in screams would arise followed by a heavy fall of fighting foxes tumbling with a crash through the trees then out into the open sky swept dozens of black wings accompanied by abusive swearing from dozens of wicked little brown foxes and as they settled again on the tree all the fighting would begin again so that the squealing screaming and swearing never ended as Dot was listening to the fighting of the flying foxes she heard a sound near her that alarmed her greatly it was impossible to say what the noise was like it might have been the braying of donkey mixed up with the clattering of palings tumbled together and with grunts and snorts Dot started to her feet in fright and would have run away only she was afraid of being lost worse than ever so she stood still and looked round for the terrible monster that could make such extraordinary sounds the grunts and clattering stopped and the noise died away in a long doleful bray but she could not see where it came from having peered into the dark shadows Dot went more into the open and sat with her back to a fallen tree keeping an anxious watch all round perhaps it is the blacks what would they do with me if they found me what will happen if they have killed my dear kangaroo and she covered her face with her hands as this terrible thought came into her head soon she heard something coming towards her stealthily and slowly she would not look up she was so frightened she was sure it was some fierce looking black man with his spear about to kill her she shut her eyes closer and held her breath perhaps she thought he will not see me then a cold shiver went through her little body as she felt something claw-hold of her hair and she thought she was about to be killed she kept her eyes shut and the clawing went on and then to her astonishment she heard an animal voice say in wondering tones why it's fur how funny it looked in the moonlight then Dot opened her eyes very wide and looked round and saw a funny native bear on the tree-trunk behind her he was quite clearly to be seen in the moonlight his thick gray fur that looked as if it was wrapped up to keep out the most terrible cold weather his short stumpy big legs and little sharp face with big bushy ears could be seen as distinctly as in daylight Dot had never seen one so near before and she loved it at once it looked so innocent and kind you dear little native bear she exclaimed at once stroking its head am I a native bear? asked the animal in a meek voice I never heard that before I thought I was a koala I've always been told so but of course one never knows oneself what are you? do you know? I'm a little girl replied Dot proudly the koala saw that Dot was proud but as it didn't see any reason why she should be it was not a bit afraid of her I never heard of one or saw one before it said simply do you burrow or live in a tree? I live at home said Dot but wishing to be quite correct she added that is when I am there then where are you now? asked the koala rather perplexed I'm not at home replied Dot not knowing how to make her position clear to the little animal then you live where you don't live? said the koala where is it? and the little bear looked quite unhappy in its attempt to understand what Dot meant I've lost it said Dot I don't know where it is you make my head feel empty said the koala sadly I live in the gum tree over there do you eat gum leaves? no when I'm at home I have milk and bread and eggs and meat dear me said the koala they're all new to one is it far? I should like to see the trees they grow on please show me the way but I can't said Dot they don't grow on trees and I don't know my way home it's lost you see I don't see said the native bear I never can see far at night and not at all in daylight that is why I came here I saw your fur shining in the moonlight and I couldn't make out what it was so I came to see if there is anything new to be seen I must get a near view of it I don't feel happy if I don't know all about it aren't you cold? yes I am a little since my kangaroo left me Dot said now you make my head feel empty again said the koala plaintively what has a kangaroo got to do with your feeling cold? what have you done with your fur? I never had any said Dot only these curls and she touched her little head then you ought to be black argued the koala you're not the right color only blacks have no fur but what they steal from the proper owners do you steal fur? it asked in an anxious voice how do they steal fur? asked Dot the koala looked very miserable and spoke with horror they kill us with spears and tear off our skins and wear them because their own skins are no good that's not stealing said Dot that's killing and although it seemed very difficult to make the little bear understand she explained stealing is taking away another person's things and when a person is dead he hasn't anything belonging to him so it's not stealing to take what belonged to him before because it isn't his any longer that is, if it doesn't belong to anyone else you make my head feel empty complained the koala I'm sure you're all wrong for an animal's skin and fur is his own and it's his life's business to keep it whole everyone in the bush is trying to keep his skin whole all day long and all night too good gracious what is the matter up there? a terrible hullabaloo between a pair of opossums up a neighbouring gum-tree arrested the attention of both Dot and the koala presently the sounds of snarling, spitting and screaming ended and an opossum climbed out to the far end of a branch where the moonlight shone on his grey fur like silver there he remained snapping and barking disagreeable things to his mate who climbed up to the topmost branch and snarled and growled back equally unpleasant remarks why don't you bring in gum-leaves for tomorrow instead of sleeping all day and half the night too shouted the opossum on the branch to his wife you know I get hungry before daylight is over and hate going out in the light get them yourselves you lazy loon retorted the lady opossum if you disturb my dreams again this way I'll make your fur fly take care barked back her husband or I'll bring you off that branch pretty quickly you'd better try sneered his wife remember how I landed you into the billabong the other night the taunt was too much for the opossum on the branch he scuttled up the tree to reach his mate who sprang forward from her perch into the air Dot saw her spring with her legs all spread out so that the skinny flaps were like furry wings by this means she was able to break her fall and softly alighting on the earth a moment after she had scrambled up another tree followed by her mate from tree to tree from branch to branch they fled or pursued one another with growls, screams and splutters until they disappeared from sight how unhappy those poor opossums must be living in the same tree said Dot why don't they live in different trees they wouldn't be happy observed the koala they are so fond of one another then why do they quarrel asked Dot because they live in the same tree of course said the koala they lived in different trees and never quarrelled they wouldn't like it at all they'd find life dull and they'd get sulky there's nothing worse than a sulky opossum they are champions at that they make a dreadful noise with their quarrelling said Dot they are nearly as bad as the flying foxes over there I wonder if they made that fearful sound I heard just before you came I expect what you heard was from me said the koala I had just awakened and when I saw the moon was up I felt pleased was all that sound and many noises yours asked Dot with astonishment as she regarded the shaggy little animal on the tree trunk the koala smiled modestly yes it said when I'm pleased there is no creature in the bush can make such a noise or so many different noises at once I wake in everyone for a quarter of a mile round you wouldn't think it to see me as I am would you the koala was evidently very pleased with his accomplishment it isn't kind of you to wake up all the sleeping creatures said Dot why not asked the koala you are a night creature I suppose or you wouldn't be awake now well don't you think it's unfair the way everything is arranged for the day creatures but then said Dot there are so many more day creatures that doesn't make any difference observed the koala but it does said Dot how asked the native bear because if you had the day it wouldn't be any good to you if they had the night it wouldn't be any good to them so your night couldn't be their day and their day couldn't be your night you make my head feel empty said the koala but you'd think differently if a flock of kookaburra settled on your tree and guffawed idiotically when you wanted to sleep as you don't like being waked yourself why do you wake others then asked Dot because this is a free country said the koala while Dot was trying to understand why the koala's reason should suffice for one animal making another's life uncomfortable she was rejoiced to see the kangaroo bound into sight she forgot all about the koala and rushed forward to meet it End of Chapter 6 Chapter 7 of Dot and the Kangaroo this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Scott Sherris Dot and the Kangaroo by Ethel C. Pedley Chapter 7 I'm so glad you've come back she exclaimed that Kangaroo was a little breathless and excited we are not in danger at present she said but one never knows when one will be so we must move we will be more dangerous than staying where we are then let us stay said Dot that won't do replied the kangaroo this is the conclusion I have jumped to if we stay here the blacks might come this way and their dingo dogs hunt us to death to get to a safe place we must pass their camp that is a little risky but we must go that way we can do this easily if the dogs don't get sent of us as all the blacks are prancing about and making a noise having a kind of game in fact and they are so amused that we ought to get past quite safely I've done it many times before at night Dot looked around to say goodbye to the koala but the little animal had heard the kangaroo speak of blacks and that word suggested to its empty little head that it must keep its skin whole so without waiting to be polite to Dot it had sneaked up its gum tree and was well out of sight without wasting time Dot settled in the kangaroo's pouch and they started upon their perilous way for some distance the kangaroo hopped along boldly with an occasional warning to Dot to shut her eyes as they plunged through the bushes but after crossing a water course and climbing a stiff hill she whispered that they must both keep quite silent and told Dot to listen as she stopped for a moment Dot could hear to their right a murmuring of voices and a steady beating sound their camp is over there said the kangaroo that is the sound of their game can we go some other way? asked Dot no, answered the kangaroo because past that place we can reach some very wild country where it would be hard for them to pursue us we shall have to pass quite close to their playground so in perfect silence they went on the kangaroo seemed to Dot to approach the whereabouts of the black fellows as cautiously as when they had visited the waterhole the first night Dot's little heart beat fast as the sound of the black's caraberie became clearer and clearer and they neared the scene of the dance soon she could hear the stamping of feet the beating of weapons together and the wild chanting and sometimes there were the whimpering of dogs and the cry of children at the camp a little distance from the caraberie ground the kangaroo showed no signs of fear at the increasing noise of the blacks but every sound of a dog caused it to stop and twist about its big ears and sensitive nose as it sniffed and listened soon Dot could see a great red glare of firelight through the trees ahead of their track and she knew that in that place the tribe of black men were having a festive dance if they had gone on their way it is possible that they would have slipped past the blacks without danger but although the kangaroo is as timid an animal as any in the bush it is also very curious and Dot's kangaroo wished to peep at the caraberie she whispered to Dot that it would be nice for a little human to see some other humans after being so long amongst bush creatures and said also that there would be no great danger in hopping to a rock that would command a view of the open ground where the caraberie was being held of course Dot thought this would be great fun so the kangaroo took her to the rock where they peeped through the trees and saw before them the weird scene and dance Dot nearly screamed with fright at the sight she had thought she would see a few black folk not a crowd of such terrible people as she beheld they did not look like human beings at all but like dreadful demons they were so wicked and ugly in appearance men who were dancing were without clothes but their black bodies were painted with red and white stripes and bits of down and feathers were stuck on their skin some had only white stripes over the places where their bones were which made them look like skeletons flitting before the fire or in and out of the surrounding darkness the dancing men were divided from the rest of the tribe by a row of fires which burning brightly lit the horrid scene with a lurid red light the fire lights seemed to make the ferocious faces but they were still more hideous the tribe people were squatting in rows on the ground beating boomerangs and spears together or striking bags of skin with sticks to make an accompaniment to the wailing song they sang sometimes the women would cease beating the skin bags to clap their hands and strike their sides yelling the words of the Karaburi song as the painted figures like fiends and skeletons danced before the row of fires it was a terrifying sight to Dot oh kangaroo she whispered they are dreadful horrid creatures they're just humans replied the kangaroo indulgently but white humans are not like that said Dot all humans are the same underneath they all kill kangaroos said the kangaroo look there they are playing at killing us in their dance Dot looked once more at the hideous figures as they left the fire and began acting like actors one of the black fellows had come from a little bower of trees and wore a few skins so arranged as to make him look as much like a kangaroo as possible whilst he worked a stick which he pretended was a kangaroo's tail and he hopped about the other painted savages were creeping in and out of the bushes with their spears and boomerangs as if they were hunting and the dressed up kangaroo made believe not to see them but stooped down nibbling grass what an idea of a kangaroo sniff Dot's friend why a real kangaroo would have smelt or heard those humans and have bounded away far out of sight by now but it's all a sham said Dot the black man couldn't be a real kangaroo then it just shows how stupid humans are to try and be one said her friend humans think themselves so clever she continued but just see what bad kangaroos they make such a simple thing to do too but their legs bent the wrong way for jumping and that stick isn't any good for a tail and it has to be worked with those big clumsy arms just see too how those skins fit it's enough to make a kangaroo's side split with laughter to see such foolery Dot's friend peeped at the blacks acting with the contempt to be expected of a real kangaroo who saw human beings pretending to be one of those noble animals Dot thought the kangaroo had never looked so grand before she was so tall, so big, and yet so graceful a really beautiful creature well that's over remarked the kangaroo as one of the blacks pretended to spear the dressed up black fellow and all the rest began to dance around whilst the sham kangaroo made belief to be dead well I forgive their killing such a silly creature there wasn't a jump in it after more dancing to the singing and noise of the onlookers a black fellow came from the little bower in the dim background with a battered straw hat on and a few rags tied around his neck and wrist an imitation of a collar and cuffs the fellow tried to act the part of a white man although he had no more clothes on than the old hat and rags but after a great deal of dancing he strutted about, pulled up the rag collar made a great fuss with his rag cuffs and kept taking off his old straw hat to the other black fellows and to the rest of the tribe who kept up the noise on the other side of the fire now this is better, said the kangaroo with a smile it's very silly, but Willy Wagtail says that this is just the way humans go on in the town black humans can act being white humans but they are of no good as kangaroos Dot thought that if men behaved like that in towns it must be very strange she had not seen any like the acting black fellow at her cottage home but she did not say anything for it was quite clear in her little mind that black fellows, kangaroos, and Willy Wagtails had a very poor opinion of white people she felt that they must all be wrong but all the same she sometimes wished she could be a noble kangaroo and not a despised human being I wish I were not a little white girl she whispered to the kangaroo the gentle animal padded her kindly with her delicate black hands you are as nice now as my baby kangaroo she said sadly but you will have to grow into a real white human for some reason there have to be all sorts of creatures on the earth there are hawks, snakes, dingos, and humans and no one can tell for what good they exist they must have dropped on to this world by mistake for another where there could only have been themselves after all, said the kind animal it wouldn't do for everyone to be a kangaroo for I doubt if there would be enough grass but you may become an improved human how could I do that? asked Dot eagerly never wear kangaroo leather boots never use kangaroo skin rugs and here it hesitated a little as though the subject were a most unpleasant one to mention never do what? inquired Dot anxious to know all that she should do so as to be improved never, never eat kangaroo tail soup said the kangaroo solemnly I never will, said Dot earnestly I will be an improved human the conversation had been so serious to both Dot and the kangaroo that they had quite forgotten the perilousness of their position perhaps this was because the kangaroo cannot think but it quickly jumped to the conclusion that they were in danger whilst they have been peeping at the caraberie and talking the dingo dogs that have been prowling around the camp had caught scent of the kangaroo and following the trail had set up an angry snapping and howling the instant this sound was heard by the kangaroo she made an immense bound and as she seemed to fly through the bush Dot could hear the sounds of the caraberie give place to the noise of shouting and disorder the dingo dogs and the blacks were all in pursuit and Dot's kangaroo with little Dot in her pouch was leaping and bounding at a terrific pace to save both their lives End of Chapter 7 Recording by Scott Sharis, Atlanta, Georgia, USA