The Dingo Boys Part 11

"Oh yes, they do, sir. Trees can't grow proper in such syle as this here. Look here, Master 'Temus, you always did care for your garden so long as I did all the weeding for you. You can speak fair. Now tell me this, What colour ought green trees to be?"

"Why, green, of course."

"Werry well, then; just look at them leaves. Ye can't call them green; they're pink and laylock, and dirty, soap-suddy green."

"Well, there then, look how beautifully the gra.s.s grows."

"Gra.s.s? Ye-e-es; it's growing pretty thick. Got used to it, I suppose."

"So will our fruits and vegetables, Sam."

"Nay, Master Norman, never. The syle won't suit, sir, nor the country, nor the time, nor nothing."

"Nonsense!"

"Nay, sir, 'tain't nonsense. The whole place here's topsy-turvy like.

Why, it's Christmas in about a fortnit's time, and are you going to tell me this is Christmas weather? Why, it's hot as Horgus."

"Well, that's because we're so far south."

"That we ain't, sir. We're just as far north as we are south, and you can't get over that."

"But it's because we've crossed the line," cried Rifle. "Don't you remember I told you ever so long ago that we were just crossing the line?"

"Oh yes, I remember; but I knew you was gammoning me. I never see no line?"

"Of course not. It's invisible."

"What? Then you couldn't cross it. If a thing's inwisible, it's because it ain't there, and you can't cross a thing as ain't there."

"Oh, you stubborn old mule!" cried Norman.

"If you forgets yourself like that, Master Norman, and treats me disrespeckful, calling me a mule, I shall tell the captain."

"No, don't; I'm not disrespectful, Sam," cried Norman, anxiously. "Look here, about the line: don't you know that there's a north pole and a south pole?"

"Yes, I've heard so, sir; and as Sir John Franklin went away from our parts to find it, but he didn't find it, because of course it wasn't there, and he lost hisself instead."

"But, look here; right round the middle of the earth there's a line."

"Don't believe it, sir. No line couldn't ever be made big enough to go round the world; and if it could, there ain't nowheres to fasten it to."

"But I mean an imaginary line that divides the world into two equal parts."

Sam German chuckled.

"'Maginary line, sir. Of course it is."

"And this line--Oh, I can't explain it, Rifle, can you?"

"Course he can't, sir, nor you nayther. 'Tain't to be done. I knowed it were a 'maginary line when you said we war crossing it. But just you look here, sir: 'bout our garden and farm, over which I hope the master weant be disappointed, but I _know_ he will, for I asks you young gents this--serusly, mind, as gents as has had your good eddication and growed up scollards--How can a man make a garden in a country where everything is upside down?"

"But it isn't upside down, Sam; it's only different," said Norman.

"That's what I say, sir. Here we are in the middle o' December, when, if the weather's open, you may put in your first crop o' broad Windsor beans, and you've got your ground all ridged to sweeten in the frost.

And now, look at this. Why, it's reg'lar harvest time and nothing else.

I don't wonder at the natives being black."

"Look, look!" cried Tim suddenly, as he pointed away to where, on an open plain on the right, some birds were running rapidly.

"I see them! what are they?" cried Rifle, excitedly.

"Somebody's chickens," said Sam, contemptuously.

The boys looked at him and laughed.

"Sam German has got to grow used to the place," said Norman. And then, as his father cantered up, he pointed off. "Do you see those, father?"

"What, those birds?" said the captain, eagerly. "Comebacks, sir.

Guinea fowls. A bit wild," said Sam, quietly.

"Guinea fowls?" replied the captain, sheltering his eyes. "No; birds twenty times as large, you might say. Why, boys, those must be emus."

"Emus?" said Rifle. "Oh yes, I remember. Ostrichy-looking things. Are those what they are?"

"I do not think there's a doubt about it," replied the captain, after another look at the rapidly-retiring birds, which, after a long stare at the little train of carts and wains, literally made their legs twinkle like the spokes of a carriage wheel as they skimmed over the ground and out of sight.

"Yes," said the captain again, as the last one disappeared. "Emus, the Australian ostriches. You boys ought to make notes of all the wild creatures you see."

"We shan't forget them, uncle," said Tim. "Let's see; there was the black, the snake--"

"Snake? Have you seen one?"

"Oh yes," replied Tim.

"Thirty feet long, wasn't it?" said Norman, giving his brother a look.

"Thirty? More likely three, uncle. I think it was nearer six though."

"Did you kill it?"

"No; it wouldn't stop, but crawled into the bush, and I don't think I should have tried."

"Well, be on your guard all of you. I suppose they are pretty plentiful, and some are very dangerous, but I believe they will all get out of our way if they can. What birds are those?"

A couple of dusky-green birds, with their feathers barred across like those of a hawk or cuckoo, with lines of a darker green, started up from some gra.s.s and flew off, their long, pointed tails and rounded heads and beaks showing plainly what they were.

"Ground parrots," said the captain. "It's curious, in a country to which one kind of bird is peculiar, what a variety one sees."