Chapter 28 30.australian aborigines

The next morning, January 5th, everyone stepped into the vast Murray area.This desolate and inhabited country stretches as far as the majestic mountains of the Alps of Oceania.Modern civilization has not yet spread there, and this is an inaccessible and unknown area of ​​Victoria.But one day its forests will be lost to the ax of the woodcutter, and its pastures will be excellent fodder for cattle.However, so far, it is still a piece of virgin land, undeveloped and barren. This barren area is called "black area" on the British map, which means black people's reservation.The British settlers brutally drove the aborigines here, and the aboriginal race gradually disappeared in this remote wasteland and in the impenetrable forest.All white people, whether immigrants, ronin, "landers" or loggers, are free to enter this designated area, but local blacks are not allowed to come out.

A geographer rides a horse and talks about contemporary racism.On this issue, there is only one conclusion: the colonial system of the British Empire wants to conquer weak races and destroy them in its homeland.This grim trend can be seen everywhere, but it is becoming more and more obvious in Australia. In the early days of colonization, blacks were treated as beasts from outlaws to immigrants.They wantonly expelled the natives and shot the natives.They massacred the natives and needed the arguments of jurists, so they plausibly said: the people of Oceania are "foreigners", and killing these sluts is not a crime.Sydney newspapers even suggested that the most effective means of exterminating the natives was to poison them on a large scale.

It can be seen that the British pioneered their colonial career by massacring the natives, and their cruelty was horrific.In India, 5 million Indians were exterminated; in the Cape of Good Hope, 1 million Hothunts had a population of 10,000.Their practices in Australia have not improved. A large number of aboriginals were either tortured to death or died of excessive drinking.It is true that the British authorities also issued a circular to stop the actions of several murderous loggers.But they stipulated that if a white man cut off the nose or ear of a black man, or cut off the little finger of a black man to make a "cigarette stick", he would be punished with whips.However, this majesty did not deter the executioners. Instead, they went to the business of killing on a larger scale, sometimes even exterminating entire tribes.Just take Fandimen Island as an example. There were 5,000 natives on the island at the beginning of the eighth century, but in 1863 there were only 7 people left!Recently, "Iskra" actually reported a news that the last Tasmanian fled to Hubbard.

What the geographer said was not contradicted by a single word from the Sir, the Major, and the Captain.Even if they were Scots, they could not defend themselves.Because all of these facts are well known and undeniable ironclad evidence. "If fifty years ago," continued the geographer, "perhaps we would have encountered many aborigines, but now there is not even a trace of aborigines. In a century's time, I am afraid that there will be no native black people." " yes!There are no blacks in the so-called "black quarters", not even the remains of their camps or palapas.It's so pathetic.After the wilderness is the woods, and after the woods is the wilderness, the more desolate you go, the more lonely you go.Not even a living thing, be it a cow or a horse, seemed to come out of this remote area.At this moment, however, little Robert stopped before a clump of eucalyptus, and cried:

"Look! A monkey!" While screaming, he pointed at the little animal. The animal jumped up and down on the branches, its vigor was astonishing, it was on the top of this tree for a while, and then jumped to the top of that tree, as if it had grown wings and could fly. .Could it be that the monkeys in this place can also fly?Is it the same as the legendary fox growing a bat wing? At this time, the bullock cart stopped, and before everyone saw what was going on, the animal disappeared at the end of the eucalyptus.After a while, it jumped down again like lightning, and ran on the ground, twisting and turning, and stretched out its long arms to catch the bare trunk of the big gum tree.The trunk was tall, straight, and smooth, and it was impossible to hug it. The monkey took out something like an axe, and first cut many small pits on the trunk. Dimples climbed up the branches of the treetops.A few seconds later, it got into the dense leaves again.

"Strange! What kind of monkey is this?" McNabbs said to himself. "Is that a monkey," Paganel answered him, "that's an Australian aborigine!" Before everyone had time to shrug their shoulders and question the words of the great geographer, they suddenly heard a cry not far away.Thinking that there was an accident, the passengers stepped on their horses and walked about 100 meters away. They unexpectedly arrived at a native camp. What a miserable sight!The ten or so thatched huts with large bark roofs are called "Gu Niwo" by the locals.They were so deformed under the oppression of poverty that it was disgusting to see.There were a total of 30 people there, including men, women, old people, and children, all dressed in tattered kangaroo skins.As soon as the ox cart arrived, they wanted to escape.Fortunately, Al used a few inexplicable idioms, and they seemed relieved.They surrounded them suspiciously, as if the animals saw their family members giving them something to eat.These natives are short in stature, dark-skinned, not dark, but as if they have been smoked by soot, their hair is a mess, their arms grow very long, their stomachs protrude, they are covered with vellus hair and tattoos, and some of them still have tattoos on their bodies. Scars from cutting flesh during funerals.That pair of faces, I don't know how the Creator portrayed their portraits?It's really hard to see the extreme.

Mrs. Helen and Miss Mary got out of the car, held out their hands to these poor people, and gave them something to eat.These natives gobbled it up like a starving ghost.Thus the natives treated these travelers as gods, for the Australian natives had a superstition that white people were originally black and only became white when they died and went to heaven. Among these natives, the two female guests felt special pity for women.The situation of women in Oceania is really miserable.Nature mistreats them like a stepmother, and doesn't even give them any charm. They are just slaves who have been robbed by violence. A severe beating.The beating by the so-called "Huadi" is the baton used by the Oceanians.After getting married, they immediately turned into young old women. They did all the hard work in the homeless life. While holding the children wrapped in cattail bags, they carried fishing and hunting tools on their backs, and at the same time carried nets The raw material used is "honey weng" grass tendon.They have to provide food for the family. This "honeyweed" is a weed like hemp. In addition, they also have to hunt lizards, kangaroos, snakes, and chase them to the top of the tree; Firewood, to peel off the bark used to build the shed; like cattle and horses, they have never tasted the taste of rest, and they eat only a little bit of what the master does not eat after the master has finished eating.

At this time, some poor women, who looked like they hadn't eaten for a long time, were trapping birds with grain. How could they lie on the hot ground, motionless, like dead men, and wait for hours, hoping that some stupid bird would come to them?So much for their tricks, and only Australian birds would fall for them. The natives were moved by the kindness of the travelers, and they all ran to surround the travelers, so everyone had to beware of the possibility of robbery by them.They were hissing, tongues tumbling in their mouths like wild animals.However, their voices are very tactful and gentle.They kept saying, "Noggy, Noggy," and gesticulating, so it was easy to understand: "Noggy" means "give me."The travelers said so no matter what they saw.Mr. O'Bill guarded his luggage compartment with great care, especially the rations for the journey.

Those poor hungry wretches looked at the contents of the car with terrible greedy eyes, and bared their sharp teeth, the kind of teeth that might have chewed human flesh. Naturally, most Australian natives don't eat people in normal times, but in scuffles, if they defeat their enemies and don't eat their flesh, that's rare. At this time, the Sir agreed with Mrs. Helen's proposal and asked someone to give them something to eat.The natives immediately understood what he meant, and made all kinds of expressions, even the hard-hearted people would be moved by these expressions.While making expressions, they yelled, similar to the growls that beasts make when they see people open their cages to feed them.Although they could not agree with McNabbs' statement, they could not deny that this uncivilized race was not far from beasts.

Mr. O'Bill is a person who is familiar with social habits, and he thinks that loose things should start with women.But the unfortunate women dare not eat in the presence of their terrible masters.The masters all rushed on the biscuits and dried meat, like a hungry tiger on a flock of sheep. Miss Mary's eyes watered as she thought of her father being taken prisoner by such a savage.She seemed to see a man like Captain Grant as a slave, suffering, starving, and mistreating among this wandering people.Captain Mengele looked at her very disturbedly, guessed what was on her mind, and asked the sailor of the Britannia before she could speak:

"Ayrton, did you escape from such savages?" "Yes, Captain," replied Ayrton, "the natives in the interior are all about the same. But here you see only a Just a handful of wretches. There are many great tribes on both sides of the Daring River, and the authority of the chieftain is terrible." "Then what is a European to do among these native tribes?" "Just do what I used to do," answered Ayrton; "hunt and fish with them, and fight with them, as I told you last time, that it will be good for you to see what you do. Treatment, as long as you are smart and brave, you can be respected in the tribe." "But is that still a captive?" asked Mary. "Yes, still under close watch," said Ayrton, "and there is no escape, day or night." "In spite of this, Ayrton, you have escaped," interposed the major. "Yes, Mr. McNabbs, I managed to escape by taking advantage of the war between that tribe and the neighboring tribes. Now that I have escaped, I am not sorry. But if I were asked to run away again, I believe that Well, I'd rather be a slave all my life than go through the wilds of the Outback and suffer like that. May God save Captain Grant from the risk of such an escape!" "Yes, of course," Mengele replied, "Miss Marie, we hope your father is still in the hands of the natives, so that if he is not running around in the forests on the mainland, we can find him." It's easier." "Do you still think there is hope?" asked the girl. "I always think there is hope, Miss Mary, and hope to see you, with God's help, be happy someday!" Miss Mary thanked the young captain with tears in her eyes. While they were talking, the natives broke into a sudden commotion, and shouted and ran in all directions, all taking up their arms, as if they were all mad. The Sir was bewildered, when MacNabbs called Ayrton and asked: "Since you have lived so long among the native Australians, you must understand them?" "Only a little," replied the sailor, "for every tribe has its own dialect. But, I believe, I can guess what these natives mean. They will show a battle to thank your lord. Look, Your Excellency." Sure enough, the commotion was exactly for this.The natives fought directly without any opening ceremony.They fought furiously and pretended to be real.One would have thought it was a real fight if it hadn't been known in advance that it was a show.It was reported by many travelers that the Australian natives were excellent pantomime performers, and here they really displayed their astonishing feats. Their weapons of attack and defense were nothing but large clubs, which were so heavy that they could shatter even the thickest skulls.There is also a kind of ax called "Toma Hook", which is ground with extremely hard stones and sandwiched between two sticks.The handle of the ax is 3 meters long.The ax was a formidable weapon, and a useful tool, for it could cut heads as well as branches, and split men as well as trees, and it was as useful as the occasion. There was a wild waving of weapons in the hands of these many natives, and there was a chorus of curses from their mouths; the combatants rushed at each other: some fell as if dead, and others gave a shout of victory.That kind of appearance is indeed a bit thrilling, even if it is a real battle, it is nothing more than that.Mrs. Helen was always afraid that they would call and make the fake come true.There are also children playing in it, and it's a real fight.There are boys and girls here, especially girls, who are even more angry, slapping and slapping, and the slaps are vigorous and fierce. This kind of martial arts scene lasted for 10 minutes, when suddenly all the thugs stopped and threw their weapons from their hands.The native teachers stood still, maintaining their last posture, just like the figures in the painting.One would have thought they had all been turned into fossils all at once. What is the reason for this change?Why are they suddenly motionless like fossils?Everyone soon understood. It turned out that a group of big parrots flew over at this time, soaring on the top of the rubber tree.The sky is full of babbling sounds, and their feathers are colorful, like a flying rainbow.It was because of the appearance of this colorful cloud-like flock of birds that their battle was stopped.Hunting is better than fighting, so they stopped fighting and went hunting. One of the natives grabbed something red-dyed and specially constructed, and leaving his companions, who remained standing still, he approached the group of parrots from between the trees and the bushes. go.He crawled along without making a sound, neither touching a leaf nor disturbing a stone, just like a shadow sliding forward. As soon as he reached a suitable distance, the native threw the thing in his hand flat. The thing was half a meter above the ground and flew forward parallel to the ground. When it landed, it suddenly went up into the air, reached a height of 10 meters, killed more than 10 birds, and returned to the hunter's feet in a throwing shape.Jazz and his friend stared so dumbfounded that they could hardly believe their eyes. "That thing is called Flying," said Ayrton. "Fly!" cried Paganel. "Is that what the Australians use?" He said, just like a child, ran over to pick up the magical thing, to see what's inside. Yes, most people will think that there is some mechanism hidden in "Flying", that there is a kind of spring inside, and when the spring is activated, it will turn in the air.actually not. This "flying around" is just a piece of curved hardwood more than 1 meter long.The big one in the middle is 10 centimeters thick, with pointed ends.The depth of the concave side is about 7-8 minutes, and the convex side protrudes with two sharp edges.It is hard to believe that the structure is so simple. "This is what people often say about flying around." Paganel looked at the strange thing and said, "It's just a piece of wood with nothing in it. How could it fly out sideways, jump up suddenly, and then fall back down again?" In the hands of the thrower? Many scholars and travelers have not been able to explain it." "Is it like throwing an iron ring, if you throw it out in a certain way, can you return to the starting point?" Menger asked. "Perhaps it is a return effect," added Sir Glenarvan, "like a billiard-table, where you hit a certain spot on the billiard table and it goes round and round?" "Neither," Paganel replied, "whether throwing a hoop or hitting a marble has a point of force that determines its reaction. Throwing a hoop has the ground as the point of action, and playing billiards has the table as the point of action." .It flies around but has no effect at all, it doesn't touch the ground at all? How can it jump so high?" "Then how do you explain this phenomenon, Monsieur Paganel?" asked Madame Helene. "I can't explain it, ma'am, but I can confirm once again that there are obviously two reasons for this phenomenon. That's the Australian secret." "Anyway, it's undoubtedly their wisdom... how can you compare them to monkeys." Madam Helen looked at the major and added, but he was still not convinced, shaking his head. Everyone talked and debated, and the time passed like this.The Jazz felt that time should not be wasted, and they should continue to move east.He was about to ask the female guests to get into the car, when suddenly a native ran over and said a few words excitedly. "Ah!" said Ayrton, "they saw some emus!" "Huh? Still hunting?" said the sergeant. "We must see," cried Paganel. "It must be very exciting again! I still need to fly around." "What do you think, Ayrton?" "Not long, ser," answered the sailor. The natives didn't waste any time, they arranged it quickly.Hitting an emu is a rare joy for them, and one emu is enough to feed them all for several days.So they use all their skills to catch this big game.But such a big bird, running so fast, how can you hit it without a gun?How could it be overtaken without hounds?Paganel asked to see the hunt precisely to see their interesting style of play. This kind of emu is also called a man-eating chicken without a comb, and the natives call it "mulaoke", and it is gradually becoming rare on the plains of Australia.This kind of big bird is 0.76 meters high, the flesh is white, there is a hard horny armor on the head, the eyes are light brown, the beak is black, bent downward, the toes are sharp and powerful, and the wings are just Two short wings, unable to fly, with darker feathers.Although, they can't fly, and they can't even catch up with horses in running.Therefore, to catch them, you can only use tricks, and you need to use clever tricks. So, when the man yelled, a dozen or so natives dispersed like stormtroopers.In this lovely field, wild bluegrass is blooming with blue flowers, painting the ground a shade of blue.Travelers stopped next to a bush of woody mimosa. When the natives approached, a dozen emus got up and fled, fleeing to hide in an area a kilometer away.The hunter scouted the terrain and made a gesture to tell his companion not to move.The partners immediately lay on the ground.The hunter took out two pieces of emu skins sewn skillfully from the net bag, and immediately put them on his body.Then he stretched his right arm and raised his head, imitating the way an emu forages. The hunter imitated it very much and walked towards the group of birds.Sometimes he pauses, as if pecking; sometimes he kicks up dust with his feet, surrounded by a cloud of mist.He also made frequent calls, and the emus would never know that it was fake.Sure enough, the emu fell for it.The unsuspecting animals approached the natives.At this time, he swung the mallet, and five of the six emus were knocked down at once. The hunter's hunt has a good harvest, and the hunt is over. So the jazz, the two ladies and the rest of the team said goodbye to the natives.