RUMOURS OF WAR.
As soon as Squire Broadbent read his son"s letter he carefully folded it up, and with a smile on his face handed it to Rupert. And by-and-bye, when Captain Vesey returned, and settled into the family circle with the rest, and had told them all he could remember about Archie and Burley New Farm in Australia, the brother and sister, followed by Bounder, slipped quietly out and told old Kate they were going to the tower.
Would she come? That she would. And so for hours they all sat up there before the fire talking of Archie, and all he had done and had been, and laying plans and dreaming dreams, and building castles in the air, just in the same way that young folks always have done in this world, and will, I daresay, continue to do till the end of time.
But that letter bore fruit, as we shall see.
Things went on much as usual in the Bush. Winter pa.s.sed away, spring came round and lambing season, and the shepherds were busy once more.
Gentleman Craig made several visits to the home farm, and always brought good news. It was a glorious time in every way; a more prosperous spring among the sheep no one could wish to have.
On his last visit to the house Craig stayed a day or two, and Archie went back with him, accompanied by a man on horseback, with medicines and some extra stores--clothing and groceries, etc, I mean, for in those days live stock was sometimes called stores.
They made Findlayson"s the first night, though it was late. They found that the honest Scot had been so busy all day he had scarcely sat down to a meal. Archie and Craig were "in clipping-time" therefore, for there was roast duck on the table, and delightful potatoes all steaming hot, and, as usual, the black bottle of mountain dew, a "wee drappie" of which he tried in vain to get either Craig or Archie to swallow.
"Oh, by-the-bye, men," said Findlayson, in the course of the evening-- that is, about twelve o"clock--"I hear bad news up the hills way."
"Indeed," said Craig.
"Ay, lad. You better ha"e your gun loaded. The blacks, they say, are out in force. They"ve been killing sheep and bullocks too, and picking the best."
"Well, I don"t blame them either. Mind, we white men began the trouble; but, nevertheless, I"ll defend my flock."
Little more was said on the subject. But next morning another and an uglier rumour came. A black fellow or two had been shot, and the tribe had sworn vengeance and held a corroboree.
"There"s a cloud rising," said Findlayson. "I hope it winna brak o"er the district."
"I hope not, Findlayson. Anyhow, I know the black fellows well. I"m not sure I won"t ride over after I get back and try to get to the bottom of the difference."
The out-station, under the immediate charge of Gentleman Craig, was fully thirty miles more to the north and west than Findlayson"s, and on capital sheep-pasture land, being not very far from the hills--a branch ridge that broke off from the main range, and lay almost due east and west.
Many a splendidly-wooded glen and gully was here; but at the time of our story these were still inhabited by blacks innumerable. Savage, fierce, and vindictive they were in all conscience, but surely not so brave as we sometimes hear them spoken of, else could they have swept the country for miles of the intruding white man. In days gone by they had indeed committed some appallingly-shocking ma.s.sacres; but of late years they had seemed contented to either retire before the whites or to become their servants, and receive at their hands that moral death--temptation to drink--which has worked such woe among savages in every quarter of the inhabitable globe.
As Archie and his companion came upon the plain where--near the top of the creek on a bit of tableland--Craig"s "castle," as he called it, was situated, the owner looked anxiously towards it. At first they could see no signs of life; but as they rode farther on, and nearer, the shepherd himself came out to meet them, Roup, the collie, bounding joyfully on in front, and barking in the exuberance of his glee.
"All right and safe, shepherd?"
"All right and safe, sir," the man returned; "but the blacks have been here to-day."
"Then I"ll go there to-morrow."
"I don"t think that"s a good plan."
"Oh! isn"t it? Well, I"ll chance it. Will you come, Mr Broadbent?"
"I will with pleasure."
"Anything for dinner, George?"
"Yes, sir. I expected you; and I"ve got a grilled pheasant, and fish besides."
"Ah, capital! But what made you expect me to-day?"
"The dog Roup, sir. He was constantly going to the door to look out, so I could have sworn you would come."
The evening pa.s.sed away quietly enough.
Dwelling in this remote region, and liable at any time to be attacked, Gentleman Craig had thought it right to almost make a fort of his little slab hut. He had two black fellows who worked for him, and with their a.s.sistance a rampart of stones, earth, and wood was thrown up, although these men had often a.s.sured him that "he," Craig, "was "corton budgery,"
and that there was no fear of the black fellows "mumkill" him."
"I"m not so very sure about it," thought Craig; "and it is best to be on the safe side."
They retired to-night early, having seen to the sheep and set a black to watch, for the dingoes were very destructive.
Both Craig and Archie slept in the same room, and they hardly undressed, merely taking off their coats, and lying down on the rough bed of sacking, with collie near the door to do sentry.
They had not long turned in when the dog began to growl low.
"Down charge, Roup," said Craig.
Instead of obeying, the dog sprang to the door, barking fiercely.
Both Archie and Craig were out of bed in a moment, and handling their revolvers. Craig managed to quieten Roup, and then listened attentively.
The wind was rising and moaning round the chimney, but above this sound they could hear a long-prolonged "Coo--oo--ee!"
"That"s a white man"s voice," said Craig; "we"re safe."
The door and fort was at once opened, and a minute after five squatters entered.
"Sorry we came so late," they said; "but we"ve been and done it, and it took some time."
"What have you done?" said Craig.
"Fired the woods all along the gullies among the hills."
"Is that fair to the blacks?"
"Curse them!" exclaimed the spokesman. "Why do they not keep back? The law grumbles if we shoot the dogs, unless in what they please to call self-defence, which means after they have speared our beasts and shepherds, and are standing outside our doors with a nullah ready to brain us."
Craig and Archie went to the door and looked towards the hills.
What a scene was there! The fire seemed to have taken possession of the whole of the highlands from east to west, and was entwining wood and forest, glen and ravine, in its snake-like embrace. The hills themselves were cradled in flames and lurid smoke. The stems of the giant gum trees alone seemed to defy the blaze, and though their summits looked like steeples on fire, the trunks stood like pillars of black marble against the golden gleam behind them. The noise was deafening, and the smoke rolled away to leeward, laden with sparks thick as the snowflakes in a winter"s fall. It was an appalling sight, the description of which is beyond the power of any pen.
"Well, men," said Craig when he re-entered the hut, "I don"t quite see the force of what you have done. It is like a declaration of war, and, depend upon it, the black fellows will accept the challenge."
"It"ll make the gra.s.s grow," said one of the men with a laugh.
"Yes," said another; "and that gra.s.s will grow over a black man"s grave or two ere long, if I don"t much mistake."
"It wouldn"t be worth while burying the fiends," said a third. "We"ll leave them to the rooks."