Next morning with the first faint streaks of dawn we were ready. Mac and I had our cycles, which we stripped of all their previous accoutrements, and Kangaroo George and Gilgai Charlie rode two of the finest horses in Queensland.
"Be good boys," cried Long Tom, as we prepared to move off after breakfast.
"There is a w.i.l.l.y-w.i.l.l.y coming soon, so watch where you camp," warned Dead-broke Peter; and without more ado we plunged into a clump of gidgyas, and in a few minutes burst out on the ironshot plain. Neither George nor Charlie was inclined to waste his wisdom on the desert air, and even Mac found it advisable to keep his mouth closed when the fine clouds of sand began to rise. For hours we headed due west, dining at noon, in the open, on a piece of damper and some cold mutton, washed down with an extremely sparing amount of muddy fluid from our water-bags, and then going on again. Before sundown we reached a dried-up creek, where, after sc.r.a.ping in the sand among the roots of a solitary lime-tree, we found sufficient liquid for the horses, which we then hobbled and went into camp, fully forty miles from our starting-point. The sun was now racing down on the western horizon, and the desert around seemed like a sea of gold. The day had been oppressively hot, and consequently we expected that night would be kept lively by the many pests. Nor were we mistaken. Just as our surroundings became blurred in the shadows of night a dingo"s dismal howl broke the strange stillness, and then the blood-curdling shrieks of some laughing-jacka.s.ses in the tree above irritated us almost beyond endurance. The mosquitoes next joined in, sinking their sawlike suckers deep into our sun-blistered skin; and when the mournful "morepork" added its depressing note, the desert orchestra was completed.
"I reckon there"s a storm comin"," remarked George, as he a.s.sisted a small death-adder into the fire.
"For onysake let it come, then," growled Mac. "A dinna see what ye"ve got to complain aboot. Da----darn it!!"
"Is ye bit, Scottie?" inquired Charlie. "Lor"! there"s a centipede on your neck. It feels like red-hot coal, doesn"t it?" he added sympathetically.
"No," groaned Mac; "it"s a rale cooling sensation; but, here, feel for yersel"." He poised the creature on a twig as he spoke, and skilfully landed it on Charlie"s back, and the yell that followed might have awakened a Bunyip, had there been such a monster within five miles.
"Shut up! darn ye, Charlie!" roared George, lifting a nicely browned damper from the ashes; "ye has set the black fellows" ghosts off again.
Lor"! just listen to "em."
"Hurry up with that damper, George," I interrupted--"that is, if there"s no snakes in it."
"There"s many things worse than snakes, boss," innocently replied George; "they is prime, if ye roast "em an" has got any salt----"
"Haud yer tongue, man, or A"ll mak" a corroborree o" ye," roared the hungry Mac, and I had to interfere hastily to prevent bloodshed.
The memory of that night"s tortures still haunts me. The desert was alive with all sorts of reptiles and insects, and from my companions, as they rolled sleeplessly in the sand, many short but heartfelt expressions arose which I dare not repeat. At sunrise we set out again, and all day travelled westward over country similar to that which we had already pa.s.sed, camping at night on an "Ana" branch or backwater of the famous Cooper, and enduring another night of misery.
"I reckon we should be near the Ghingi"s opal now," said George as we resumed our journey on the third day; "but say, boss, what"s wrong with the ole sun? or is it the w.i.l.l.y-w.i.l.l.y?" There certainly was reason for George"s question, for the sun as it shot up over the edge of the plains seemed merely a dull red ball; but the gem-shot haze which danced between showed the cause, and I realised that a cloud formed of minute particles of sand was partly obscuring it from view.
"We"ll get across the main river and look for shelter," I said, "for evidently this storm has been working up for some days." We crossed the "Ana" channel and proceeded slowly, for the ground was now broken up as if by volcanic agencies. I was anxious to see the Cooper, the great inland sea of the early pioneers, but to my astonishment no water was yet in evidence as far as the eye could reach; so, leading our steeds, we picked our way over the cleft and burnt ironstone.
"These is the Ghingi"s holes," said Charlie, as we came to some unusually large and deep chasms, "an" keep your eyes open, for there should be opal here."
"Whaur has that patent river got tae, I wunner," muttered Mac. "I never had muckle faith in Australian rivers, an" I doot the nearest water-hole in the way we"re goin" is the Indian Ocean."
"Say, boss," suddenly said George, "how far is it to the war?"
"Oh, South Africa is about seven thousand miles from here. Are you thinking of going?"
"Well, some of the boys was talking that way; but none o" us knew the country, nor if the track was to sunrise or sundown."
"Africa is west from here, George."
"Is ther enuff water for horses on the trail?"
"Why, man! you cross the ocean."
"Well, I reckon old Joy here can cross anything; but it beats me to know how a fellow can carry tucker. I s"pose there is plenty stations on the road, though?" I looked at George in amazement, and Mac grinned with delight.
"Maybe they wouldn"t want us, Kangaroo," put in Charlie; "but I reckon we can ride anything as has feet, an" shoot----"
"Lie down flat, mates!" shouted George; "here"s the w.i.l.l.y-w.i.l.l.y."
I turned and saw a huge black wall gyrating wildly towards us. A roar like that of thunder filled the air, followed by a sound as of waves breaking upon a rocky beach. A fierce blast of back-drawn sand struck my face, and as I threw myself down I felt as if drowning for a moment; then a hail of stones, scrub, and sand rushed over me, tearing my clothes to shreds, and penetrating my skin like shot, while a thick blackness blotted out everything around. I lay still, conscious that a deposit of sand was fast covering me; but I also felt that the suffocating tension was already becoming less severe, and next minute a current of moist cool air, delightfully soothing to my sand-blasted skin, swept over the desert, and I sat up. It was still dark; but the awful vortex had pa.s.sed, and away to the west I could still hear the indescribable rumbling sound of the flying boulders among the Ghingi holes.
"Is we all here?" sounded Charlie"s voice close beside me, and I felt relieved when I heard the m.u.f.fled responses of my comrades, for I knew that if caught in the centre of such a storm we had just escaped, nothing living could withstand it. I groped for my cycle, and moistened my throat with the damp sand that now filled the water-bag, noticing, as some of the contents spilled down my neck, that the temperature must have fallen considerably, for the accident caused me to shiver.
"Ye talk aboot gaun into the Australian interior," spoke Mac dolorously, as he in turn swallowed a mouthful, "but I"m thinkin" that a lot o"
Australia has gone into mine."
"Never mind, Mac," I replied, as we all crawled towards each other, "here comes the first rain we have had since leaving Adelaide, and if the horses are all right, so are we."
"I reckon they is O.K.," said Charlie; "they knows more than most people, them horses."
While he was speaking we cast off our scanty garments and revelled in the refreshing drops; but rain in the back-blocks is worth more than its weight in gold, and this shower only lasted about a minute, and pa.s.sed on in the wake of the w.i.l.l.y-w.i.l.l.y. Shortly afterwards the darkness rolled away to the west like a huge receding screen, and near us we saw the two horses rolling on the ground with evident enjoyment. But I did not ask my companions how it was that our four-footed friends had escaped so lightly, for my attention was attracted by a scintillating streak of something on the edge of a small hole, and as my eyes became used to the now blinding glare of the sun, I saw that the whole surface of the desert was literally blazing with small points of colour.
"Lor"!" exclaimed my Australian comrades simultaneously, "we has struck the very place after all."
"Ay, mon," said Mac wrathfully; "an" hoo did ye no" ken that afore?"
""Cos the opal was dead," replied George, "an" the rain has made it "live again."
Mac looked suspiciously at the speaker; but Charlie added that "dead"
and "live" were terms used in speaking of dull opal that could be made to flash as if alive by the application of water. This explained why we had not seen the gems before, and without troubling to inquire where the Cooper had gone, or how--if Charlie and George were correct--we had got to the other side of it, we attacked the ironstone boulders with our small hand-picks.
"Every gibber"s got an opal heart," remarked George, smashing a large boulder to fragments.
"Take care, then," I warned, "or you will break it too."
"Then how is we to do it, boss?" inquired Charlie, poising his pick in mid-air. "Does ye think it will come out if we whistle on it?"
I did not; nor to this day have I found how to get that opal out intact.
We tried every method that could be devised, but without success, for each time we broke the outer casing the more brittle core was also shattered by the blow. Patiently and laboriously we chipped the ironstone, only to find that the gem was in powder form when we reached it. We then tried roasting the stones, carrying them to a small clump of stunted gidgyas for that purpose; but found then, that although the sh.e.l.l broke with less hammering, the "life" of the opal was destroyed by the heat, and a dull lump of gla.s.s-like substance was all our reward.
For two days we wandered among the Ghingi holes trying specimens continually, but with the same results, and at last I was convinced that further work under the circ.u.mstances was useless. The horses were now beginning to suffer for want of proper food, and I saw that the water question would also trouble us as soon as the pools formed by the w.i.l.l.y-w.i.l.l.y shower had evaporated. Cooper"s creek as a flowing stream had ceased to exist. Probably its waters, or all that seven years"
drought had left of them, had gone to feed that strange tide which ebbs and flows so mysteriously under the heart of the great Lone Land; but in its old channels we saw only dead and dying creatures of the desert, and the banks were simply a nursery for fever germs.
"I reckon we"ll have to give it best," at length said Gilgai Charlie, and I could see no alternative.
"If sufficient rain came, we might be able to bring a team out," I said, "and cart a load of boulders back to Eromango. If we could not there get the ironstone dissolved with acid, we could at least send them to Brisbane and get them cut."
"That"s all right, boss," spoke George, "but I reckon we might as well look for gold nuggets droppin" from the sky as enough water for a team." And I knew he was right.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "LEICHARDT"S" TREE.
THE LAST TRACE FOUND OF THE GREAT EXPLORER WHO ATTEMPTED TO CROSS THE INTERIOR AND WAS NEVER HEARD OF AGAIN.]
We thought of striking across to the central ranges of South Australia to prospect the ruby formations there, but we found, when we reached the end of the broken ground, that our course lay through a belt of soft sand in which our wheels sank over the rims; and having neither sufficient water nor stores to risk walking for an unknown distance, we were forced to abandon the attempt. On the afternoon of the third day we started on the back track, and that night camped on the Ana pool. We made our old camp by the "soak" the next night, and at noon, the day following, struck the camps of those of our comrades who had gone dry-blowing.
"Well, mates, don"t worry. It doesn"t matter anyhow, for we"ll git it some day, if we doesn"t peg out," was the general comment when they had heard our story; and then the billy was boiled.
I was much surprised to see that gold was present in the sands of the desert; and even although the quant.i.ty was small, and only in patches widely apart, the fact afforded much food for thought. The process of dry-blowing adopted by the men was extremely simple, consisting of dropping the sand from one pan raised above the head to another resting on the ground, then reversing the positions of the pans and repeating the operation. In action, most of the sand and other light material was carried away or diverted by the wind; but the gold--if any--in accordance with the law of gravitation, dropped straight. When the bulk was thus reduced until only the precious metal and the heavier ironstones were left, the contents were put aside, and another panful proceeded with in the same manner. Finally the collected matter was thrown on an improvised inclined plane that had bars of wood fastened across its surface. In rolling down, the ironstone pebbles cleared these ripples and fell to the ground; but the gold, being too heavy to do likewise, was caught in the angles, and afterwards carefully removed by the operator. The work was very slow and laborious, and often attended with very disappointing results. "But," said Dead-broke Peter, while explaining this to me, "we sometimes strike a patch that pays well."