Contents ( 84)
- THE RED CHIEF
- THE RED CHIEF
- TOLD BY THE LAST OF HIS TRIBE
- ION IDRIESS
- ETT IMPRINT, SYDNEY
- Exile Bay
- THE LAST OF HIS TRIBE
- AUTHOR’S PREFACE
- POSTSCRIPT
- CONTENTS
- I
- THE WARRIOR LAD
- II
- AN UNEASY CAMP
- III
- THE LIFE OF A STONE MAN
- IV
- THE TRIBE TRAINS ITS FUTURE WARRIORS
- V
- THE LONE LOOK-OUT
- VI
- EVERY WOMAN TEACHES WHILE SHE HUNTS
- VII
- THE NEW WEAPON
- VIII
- MAN MUST FIND FOOD TO LIVE
- IX
- THE WOMAN-STEALERS
- X
- THE TROUBLES OF BOOBUK
- XI
- THE DEADLY BLACK SNAKE
- XII
- THE VENGEANCE PARTY
- XIII
- THE FALSE ALARM
- XIV
- THE CORD
- XV
- HE TREADS ALONE IN ENEMY COUNTRY
- XVI
- THE MENACE
- XVII
- WOMAN AND THE CLUB
- XVIII
- THE MASTER
- XIX
- RUNAWAYS IN THE NIGHT
- XX
- THE FIGHT
- XXI
- RED KANGAROO RETURNS HOME
- XXII
- THE CHALLENGE
- XXIII
- THE DUEL
- XXIV
- THE WALLABY TRAP
- XXV
- THE SPEECH OF THE RED CHIEF
- XXVI
- MAKING MEN STRONG
- XXVII
- THE LOST DILLY-BAG
- XXVIII
- ABANDON CAMP
- XXIX
- DANGER COMES FAST
- XXX
- THE TRIBE IN DESPERATE STRAITS
- XXXI
- THE GREAT PLAN
- XXXII
- THE TRAP IS BAITED
- XXXIII
- THE DEATH TRAP
- XXXIV
- FRIENDS, MY TRIBAL LANDS, FAREWELL
- XXXV
- THE RED CHIEF
- APPENDIX
- UNDERSTANDING THE ABORIGINAL
- Aboriginal Tribes of New South Wales
- Notes
From Porcupine Hill20 and Carrowreer the look-outs had a wonderful view of the course of their River Namoi with the pretty Mooki winding through the Breeza Plains to its junction with the Namoi near Porcupine Ridge. Far away out over the Breeza Plains the look-outs could see while watching for possible enemies, the daily progress of their own hunting parties by the smokes they sent up. A favourite hunting ground of the tribe was the rich Breeza Plains, abounding in the red and grey kangaroos and in emus, wallabies, kangaroo-rats, pademelons, bandicoots, brolgas, and the fat plain turkeys, with waterfowl in abundance in the waterways. Though the Mullibah Lagoon camp was a favourite camp it was in pleasant anticipation that all looked forward to the full-moon seasonal wallaby hunt. This particular hunt only took place on Porcupine Ridge above the Mullibah camp. And this particular full-moon night was given up to the “Wallaby Trap”, a natural trap in the edge of the big scrub up on Porcupine Ridge towards the north-westerly side of the Black Hill.21 Just there, a natural U-shaped space ran straight back deep into the edge of the scrub, exactly as if it had been cut back into the scrub edge by the modern axe. This open space penetrated into the scrub some one hundred and thirty yards, and was about forty yards wide. No trees, not even shrubs grew within this deep, narrow space, but only short grass and bracken fern. Along each straight side of this narrow cul-de-sac was a dense green wall of trees, hoop-vine, and tangled undergrowth. The end of this natural laneway was a wall of scrub.
And this had always been the tribal Wallaby Trap. Fronting it, as one stood out from the scrub edge and gazed downhill and away over Mullibah Lagoon, was a mile-long narrow strip of perfectly open country with only short grass growing upon it. Beyond this long strip of open grassland were the forest trees of the ordinary bush, sloping down to Mullibah Lagoon camp. The grassland ran like a green road for a mile between the dense wall of scrub and the lightly timbered bushland. It was midway along this strip that the Wallaby Trap ran back into the scrub.
At sunset scrub wallabies in droves came cautiously out from the scrub edge, peered round to see or sniff any possible danger, then, if all was clear, they would hop out on the green grass and commence to feed. For all along this laneway between dense scrub and forest land the grass was shorter and sweeter than for miles around. Also at threat of danger the wallabies could hop back into their sheltering scrub. When eventide came this laneway of sweet grass would be alive with scrub wallabies. And they would continue to eat and browse and play all through the night. At dawn, full-bellied and heavy with sleep, they would hop back into the scrub to find their dark lairs and sleep away the daylight hours.