human
What are they saying, Mick, d'you know?
gpt
This lot, said the drover,
human
Will we see them?
gpt
No chance in life, replied the drover.
human
These niggers are wild and scared to death of white men. They're different from the camp blacks who hang round stations. They'll likely be station blacks themselves some day, for the wild nigger's dying out. But just now, they keep away and live their own lives. We call them warraguls.
gpt
Which way them two horses sit down? Mick asked one of the boys.
human
What for you no bring um in?
gpt
Him dead,
human
Dead! exclaimed the drover.
gpt
How dead?
human
Him speared,
gpt
Which way? You show um me.