CONTENTS
ILLUSTRATIONS
CHAPTER I INTRODUCTORY
CHAPTER II PICCANINNIES
CHAPTER III "GREAT-GREAT-GREATEST-GRANDFATHER!" [1]
CHAPTER IV BLACKFELLOWS' "HOMES"
CHAPTER V EDUCATION
CHAPTER VI WEAPONS, ETC., WHICH CHILDREN LEARN TO MAKE AND USE
CHAPTER VII HOW FOOD IS CAUGHT AND COOKED
CHAPTER VIII CORROBBOREES, OR NATIVE DANCES
CHAPTER IX MAGIC AND SORCERY
CHAPTER X SOME STRANGE WAYS OF DISPOSING OF THE DEAD
CHAPTER XI SOME STORIES WHICH ARE TOLD TO CHILDREN
CHAPTER XII MORE STORIES TOLD TO CHILDREN
CHAPTER XIII RELIGION
CHAPTER XIV YARRABAH
CHAPTER XV TRUBANAMAN CREEK
CHAPTER XVI SOME ABORIGINAL SAINTS AND HEROES
CHAPTER XVII THE CHOCOLATE BOX
CHILDREN OF WILD AUSTRALIA
BOY SPEARING FISH
CHILDREN OF
WILD AUSTRALIA
BY
HERBERT PITTS
AUTHOR OF
"THE AUSTRALIAN ABORIGINAL AND THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH"
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WITH EIGHT COLOURED ILLUSTRATIONS
EDINBURGH AND LONDON
OLIPHANT, ANDERSON & FERRIER
PRINTED BY
TURNBULL AND SPEARS,
EDINBURGH
TO
DEAR LITTLE MARY
THIS LITTLE BOOK
ABOUT
THE LITTLE BLACK BOYS AND GIRLS
OF A FAR-OFF LAND
IS DEDICATED BY
HER FATHER
My Dear Boys and Girls,
All the time I have been writing this little book I have been wishing I could gather you all around me and take you with me to some of the places in faraway Australia where I myself have seen the little black children at their play. You would understand so much better all I have tried to say.
It is a bright sunny land where those children live, but in many ways a far less pleasant land to live in than our own. The country often grows very parched and bare, the grass dies, the rivers begin to dry up, and the poor little children of the wilderness have great difficulty in getting food. Then perhaps a great storm comes and a great quantity of rain falls. The rivers fill up and the grass begins to grow again, but myriads of flies follow and they get into the children's eyes and perhaps blind some of them, and the mosquitoes come and bite them and give them fevers sometimes.
Yet though much of the land is wilderness—bare, sandy plains—beautiful flowers bloom there after the rains. Lovely hibiscus, the giant scarlet pea, and thousands of delicate white and yellow everlastings are there for the eyes to feast upon, but the loveliest flowers of all are frequently the love and tenderness and unselfishness which bloom in the children's hearts.
I have left Australia now and settled down again in the old homeland, but the memories of the eight years I spent among the dear little children out there are still very delightful ones, and they, more than anything I have read, have helped me to write this little book for you.
Your Sincere friend,
HERBERT PITTS
