The Gold Hunter's Adventures Or, Life In Australia Volume 2 ( Of 2 ) - William H. Thomes (large screen ebook reader txt) 📗
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"We Are Not Afraid Of Our Reputation, Judy," The Inspector Said. "We
Know That You Are Bad, But We Don't Believe That You Can Corrupt The
Whole Of The Squad."
"O, Ye Murdering Villains, To Thus Slander An Honest Female Who Has Only
Her Vartue To Protect Her." Then Raising Her Voice As Though To Attract
The Attention Of Some One Within The House, She Shouted, In Satirical
Language, "It's Little Me Husband Cares About Me, Or He'd Niver Stand By
And See Me Treated Thus, And I Niver Making The Least Complaint In The
World. It's Mighty Fine Husbands There Is In The World Now, And It's
Little Use They Are To Us Fable Females."
As Though To Avenge Her Injuries On Some One, She Gave The Child A Rap
Over A Certain Portion Of His Anatomy That Presented The Broadest Disk,
And His Wild Howls Were Heard For Half A Mile.
"If There's Law To Be Had In This Country I'll Have It," Judy Continued,
Growing More Excited As She Recited Her Wrongs. "If Ye Want Yer Tax, Why
Don't Ye Come Here After It In A Dacent Fashion, And Not Begin By
Insulting Me And Me Own, And Then Frightening The Child Out Of Its Wits.
Didn't Yer Mothers Larn Ye Manners At All, And Do Ye Think We Can Stand
All Sorts Of Barbarities?"
Before The Inspector Could Return An Answer, A Stout, Broad-Shouldered
Fellow Sneaked To The Door, And His Appearance Was Greeted With
Laughter.
"We Have Unkennelled The Fox, Have We?" The Sergeant Of The Squad Said.
"Hitherto We Have Had To Dig For Him."
"Come, Mike, Where Is Your Tax?" Asked The Inspector, In A Mild Tone.
"He's No Money, I Tell Ye," Screamed The Woman, Shaking One Of Her Huge
Fists At The Officer In A Defiant Manner, And Glancing Towards Her Lord,
As Though Warning Him Of The Consequences Of Gainsaying Her Word. "I've
Told Ye That He'd No Money, And Now Be Off, And The Divil Go Wid Ye."
"Pace, Judy, Dear," Remonstrated Mike, In A Subdued Tone; "It's The
Police Who Always Behave Like Rale Gentlemen."
"Hear Him," Screamed The Indignant Woman, "Turn Upon His Own Lawful,
Married Wife, And Abuse Her Like A Baste. Why Don't Ye Bite Me In Two,
Ye Little Brat?"
She Gave Her Child A Shake That Made Him Think There Was An Earthquake,
And Then Supplied Him With A Liberal Allowance Of Food That Kind Nature
Had Wisely Provided For The Purpose Of Keeping Children Quiet, Even For
A Few Minutes.
"Whist, Judy; Don't Be After Trating The Child That Way," Remonstrated
The Father, Who Appeared To Have Some Spirit When The Welfare Of His
Heir Was Concerned.
"Ah, Go On Insulting Me--Don't Spare Reproaches. I'm Defenceless Now."
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Woman's Last Resource, Tears, Were Quickly Called Up, And Under Their
Shadow Mike Sneaked Towards Us, As Though About To Pay His Money And
Have Done With The Trouble; But Before He Could Accomplish His Good
Resolution The Woman Had Cleared Her Eyes, And In A Voice That Started
Us, Yelled,--
"Mike, Ye Divil, Come Here This Instant."
The Hen-Pecked Husband Did Not Dare To Disobey. He Cast An Imploring,
Half-Sheepish Look Towards His Wife.
"We Have Delayed Long Enough," Mr. Brown Said. "Sergeant, Put On The
Irons."
The Sergeant Dismounted Quite Coolly, And Summoned Six Men To His
Assistance. I Noticed That The Officers Did Not Display Any Great
Alacrity, And Acted As Though Quite Ashamed Of The Duty That They Were
To Enter Upon.
"The Sergeant Means To Have Assistance Enough," Fred Remarked,
Addressing The Inspector.
"You Will See," The Latter Returned; And We Did, Sure Enough; For No
Sooner Did The Officers Lay Hands Upon Michael Than The Woman Dropped
Her Child, And With A Wild Shout Threw Herself Upon Them. The First Poor
Devil Whom She Spotted Lost A Handful Of Hair--But As It Was As Red As
Fire It Was No Great Sacrifice To The Owner--The Second Had A Piece Of
Skin Clawed Off His Nose, And The Third Reluctantly Parted With A Piece
Of Flesh Weighing Nearly A Quarter Of An Ounce, Torn Forcibly From His
Cheek. The Police Endeavored To Keep Her At Arms' Length Without
Success--She Broke Down Their Defences, And Clawed The Hair From Their
Heads In The Most Scientific Manner; And Yet She Had All The Fighting To
Do, For Michael Remained In The Custody Of Two Officers Without Offering
To Strike A Blow For Liberty.
The War Was At Length Fiercely Contested, For The Officers, Finding That
They Were Likely To Be Placed _Hors Du Combat_, Made A Rush Towards The
Amazon; And While Two Seized Her Arms, Two More Grasped Her Legs, And I
Am Obliged To Confess That The Police Did Not Display Much Delicacy In
The Latter Operation. In Spite Of Her Struggles--In Defiance Of Her
Imprecations, And Calls For Mike To Interfere In Her Behalf--She Was
Carried Bodily Towards The Hut, And Poised In The Air For A Moment; And
Then, With A "One, Two, Three, And Away She Goes," Was Thrown Head
Foremost Through The Door, And Landed In The Middle Of The Hut All In A
Heap.
"You Have Kilt Me Wife," Moaned Mike, Who Watched The Operation With
Considerable Anxiety For His Better Half.
"Hang Her, She's Skinned Me From Head To Foot," Muttered One Of The
Officers, Wiping His Bleeding Face On A Handkerchief, And Showing His
Wounds To The Inspector.
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"Skinned!" Echoed Another; "If She Had Only Taken Skin I Shouldn't Mind
It Much; But, Blast Her, She Has Torn Flesh And Muscle From My Face."
"I'm Sorry For Your Misfortunes, But We Will Have Her Arrested On A
Warrant To-Morrow, And Fined," The Inspector Said. "Bring Mike Along,
And Set Him At Work On The Roads For A Few Days."
"Arrah, Now, Mr. Inspector, Don't Be After Doing That," Shouted The
Irishman; But In Defiance Of His Cries He Was Handcuffed And Driven
Along With The Rest.
We Had Got A Few Yards From The Hut When Mrs. Judy Appeared At The Door,
Looking A Little The Worse For Her Late Usage. Her Hair Was Hanging Over
Her Shoulders, And Her Dress Was Torn In A Dozen Places. Both Feet Were
Bare, And None Too Clean; But Little She Cared For Her Appearance Just
Then.
"For The Love Of St. Patrick, Mr. Inspector, Stop A Minute, And Don't Be
After Carrying Away Mike, The Poor, Harmless Divil. Lave Him Here Wid
Me, And We'll Pay The Tax Without A Murmur."
"Too Late," Cried Mr. Brown, Without Turning His Head, Although I Could
See That He Was Disposed To Come To Terms.
"Ough, Don't Say That, Bless Yer Handsome Face And Yer Kind Heart. What
Could I Do, Sure, Widout Me Mike? Lave Him Here Wid Me, And If The
Blackguard Has Been Insulting Ye I'll Punish Him, Depind Upon It."
"It's Not Of Your Husband That We Complain," The Inspector Said; "He
Would Act Decently, And Pay His Tax, If You Would Let Him."
"Ah, Then--Glory To God--Poor Mike Is Safe; And I Thought All Along That
He Wouldn't Disgrace His Judy So Much As To Refuse What A Just Gentleman
Like Ye Demands. Pay The Officer The Tax, And Say No More About It. It's
But A Trifle."
The Sergeant Looked At Mr. Brown, And The Latter Glanced At The
Sergeant. There Was But Little Use In Making Mike Work On The Road, If
He Had The Money To Pay For His Month's Mining; So A Halt Was Called,
And The Woman Quickly Poured Out Dust Enough From A Cracked Teacup To
Satisfy The Demands Of Government, And Then Mike Was Restored To The
Dirty Arms Of His Better Half.
"I Hope That All The Taxes Collected Do Not Come As Hard As This," Fred
Said, Addressing The Inspector.
"They All Pay Out Their Money With An Ill Grace; But Our Worst Cases,
With One Exception, Are Over."
As We Passed Through The Several Districts, Many Of The Miners Stood
Ready With Their Gold, And After Answering To Their Names, Paid Their
Taxes Without A Murmur; And Even While Disputes Were Going On, They Did
Not Prevent The Clerks Who Accompanied Us From Attending To Their
Duties.
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All Those Who Did Not Possess The Cash Were Required To Follow In Our
Train, As Captives, To Work Out A Certain Amount On The Roads. Men Who
Had Been Sick, And Were Incapable Of Raising Ten Shillings, Were Shown
No Indulgence Whatever; And Although We Often Interceded, And Our Wishes
Were Granted In Every Case, Yet We Felt That The Inspector's Orders
Were Rigid, And That We Were Imposing Upon Good Nature, To Make Requests
In Every Instance Where Poverty Compelled A Miner To Decline Paying His
Tax.
At Length We Reached The Chinese District, And The Celestials Turned Out
In Great Numbers To Receive Us. Many Handed The Clerks The Money That
Was Due Without A Word Of Comment, And We Experienced No Trouble Until
We Reached The Quarters Of Yam Kow, An Old Fellow Whose Tail Reached To
The Ground, And Who Was Reported To Be The Most Miserly Of All The
Chinese At Ballarat. That He Had Money There Was No Doubt, For He Was
Always At Work, Or Trading With His Countrymen, And He Was Never Known
To Spend A Shilling For Clothing Or Food. What He Lived On Was Unknown,
And Could Only Be Conjectured; But It Was Said That Kow Had Been Seen
Nights Setting Traps For Snakes And Rats, And Even Lizards Were
Considered Quite Delicate Meat For Him.
Traps Of Most Ingenious And Cunning Device Were Also Set For Birds, And
Kow Had Been Known To Waste A Few
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