Il nero della polizia del Queensland : reminiscenze di lavoro ufficiali e avventure personali nei primi giorni della colonia . ery nuova mano vuole sparare, era abbondante,e ho ucciso due belle quelle il primo giorno ho wentout con una sorta di fucile a revolver che waslent me ; ma ho scoperto che anche se amici erano abbastanza contento che mi dovrebbe killplenty, tuttavia essi non volevano una qualsiasi porzione queste i marsupiali, nemmeno le code, in modo Ishot non più. Mi ricordo che il vecchio squatterwas estremamente lieto che ho sempre cleanedhis rifie, in quanto egli ha detto che la sua esperienza wasthat chums nuovo non ha mai avuto alcuna cura di h

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The black police of Queensland : reminiscences of official work and personal adventures in the early days of the colony . ery new hand wishes to shoot, were plentiful, and I killed two fine ones the first day I wentout with a sort of revolver rifle which waslent me ; but I found out that, though myfriends were glad enough that I should killplenty, yet they did not want any portion ofthese marsupials, not even the tails, so Ishot no more. I remember that the old squatterwas extremely pleased that I always cleanedhis rifie, for he said that his experience wasthat new chums never took any care ofhis weapons. Returning to Brisbane, I became associatedwith a young parson, who had had some experi-ence amongst the blacks of Victoria, but knewnothing of the Queensland aborigines. Soas I wished to see blacks at home, havingso far only met with a specimen or so ona station, or the ever-present town loaferbegging for baccy, we decided to ride offtogether and find a camp of the natives, who, we were informed, were peaceably disposedand partly civilised, in the neighbourhood.Starting early one morning down the Sandgate. SANDGATE ROAU, BRISBANE, IN THE SIXTIES. [To flice p. 14. I] THE RIGHT SORT OF MISSIONARY 15 Road, on two sorry jades, which we hired fromsome livery stables, we reached the encamp-ment by mid-day, following the course of ariver according to the instructions given us. My companion was an individual who com-bined the qualities of modesty with manliness, a pleasing combination in any country. Heinformed me during the ride that he had onlylately arrived in Queensland, but that he hopedto remain some time, and that his object wasto go amongst the blacks of the Colony, and, by first learning what he could of the language, endeavour to gain their confidence and tryto do them good in various ways, in whichalso a little knowledge of medicine that hepossessed would prove helpful. Since writingthis, I hear that that grand missionary, theReverend Chalmers of New Guinea, has been

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