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  1. THE RED CHIEF
  2. THE RED CHIEF
  3. TOLD BY THE LAST OF HIS TRIBE
  4. ION IDRIESS
  5. ETT IMPRINT, SYDNEY
  6. Exile Bay
  7. THE LAST OF HIS TRIBE
  8. AUTHOR’S PREFACE
  9. POSTSCRIPT
  10. CONTENTS
  11. I
  12. THE WARRIOR LAD
  13. II
  14. AN UNEASY CAMP
  15. III
  16. THE LIFE OF A STONE MAN
  17. IV
  18. THE TRIBE TRAINS ITS FUTURE WARRIORS
  19. V
  20. THE LONE LOOK-OUT
  21. VI
  22. EVERY WOMAN TEACHES WHILE SHE HUNTS
  23. VII
  24. THE NEW WEAPON
  25. VIII
  26. MAN MUST FIND FOOD TO LIVE
  27. IX
  28. THE WOMAN-STEALERS
  29. X
  30. THE TROUBLES OF BOOBUK
  31. XI
  32. THE DEADLY BLACK SNAKE
  33. XII
  34. THE VENGEANCE PARTY
  35. XIII
  36. THE FALSE ALARM
  37. XIV
  38. THE CORD
  39. XV
  40. HE TREADS ALONE IN ENEMY COUNTRY
  41. XVI
  42. THE MENACE
  43. XVII
  44. WOMAN AND THE CLUB
  45. XVIII
  46. THE MASTER
  47. XIX
  48. RUNAWAYS IN THE NIGHT
  49. XX
  50. THE FIGHT
  51. XXI
  52. RED KANGAROO RETURNS HOME
  53. XXII
  54. THE CHALLENGE
  55. XXIII
  56. THE DUEL
  57. XXIV
  58. THE WALLABY TRAP
  59. XXV
  60. THE SPEECH OF THE RED CHIEF
  61. XXVI
  62. MAKING MEN STRONG
  63. XXVII
  64. THE LOST DILLY-BAG
  65. XXVIII
  66. ABANDON CAMP
  67. XXIX
  68. DANGER COMES FAST
  69. XXX
  70. THE TRIBE IN DESPERATE STRAITS
  71. XXXI
  72. THE GREAT PLAN
  73. XXXII
  74. THE TRAP IS BAITED
  75. XXXIII
  76. THE DEATH TRAP
  77. XXXIV
  78. FRIENDS, MY TRIBAL LANDS, FAREWELL
  79. XXXV
  80. THE RED CHIEF
  81. APPENDIX
  82. UNDERSTANDING THE ABORIGINAL
  83. Aboriginal Tribes of New South Wales
  84. 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.