Part 25 (2/2)

A black boy of ence, who had been sent to fill a couple of tubs ater, sauntered back with a self-satisfied air and said--”Me finish 'em!”

The master found that the boy, as a preliminary, had fitted one tub into the other

MAGIC THAT DID NOT WORK

Under the spell of the first sensations of Christianity, Lucy found and took unauthorised possession of a gold cross Retiring to a secluded spot on the bank of the river, she hung the cross to a string round her neck, iic of which she would becoirl Twenty-four hours of patient expectancy passed without any change in Lucy's coolden syood Christian folks charged her with the theft of the cross, and the pie it to have been stolen Lucy was pardoned, but the pagan went to prison

ANTI-CLIMAX

A boy was asked if he thought Jiiven the New South Wales police'eood”

”What you do then?”

”Me! me punch 'em nose!”

LITTLE FELLA CREEK SAILOR

Ponto, a boy well known in North Queensland, and one of the few aboriginals whose memory is honoured by tombstones, was once taken by hisparticularly impressed by the appearance of the men-of-war's- thea jersey

”You sailor, Bob?” asked Ponto

”Yes, Ponto I'm sailor-man”

”No You no sailor,” responded Ponto decisively

”Yes I tell you true I' salt-water sailor You only little fella creek sailor You no got jacket--flash collar, knife alonga string!”

A FATEFUL BARGAIN

A squatter, travelling on foot with his black boy, came to a river almost a ”banker,” and there was no recourse but to swim After Charcoal had taken a couple of trips with the clothes, the Boss told the boy to swiency Halfway across, just as the Boss was feeling that there was sos, Charcoal cheerily observed--”Suppose you drowned finish, Boss, you gibup all the possibilities in a second, the Boss gasped out--”No; you bin get pipe when I'm across!” The boy's aid was prompt and effective

EXCUSABLE BIAS

Two of the beachco discussion on the seaworthiness of their respective dinghies Tom, the silent black boy, a more experienced boatman than either, listened as he watched his own frail bark canoe dancing like a feather in response to every ripple

”Too out in big wind and big sea, which boat you take? This one belonga lanced at the boats with the eye of an expert, paused in the exercise of his judgment, and said with emphasis--”Me take 'e Down,” a boy with a not very reputable past, had once stood his trial for a serious offence On returning to his free hills, he ont to describe with rare art the trial scene