Bunyip Land - A Story of Adventure in New Guinea
Fenn George Manville
English
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Bunyip Land; a Story of Adventure in New Guinea,
by George Manville Fenn.
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Joe Carstairs is a boy on a farm in Australia. His father is a keen
naturalist who, some years before had set off for New Guinea in search
of specimens, and never been heard of again. Joe is old enough to mount
a search expedition, and takes with him a local doctor and an
aboriginal worker on his farm. They find themselves joined by a
stowaway, Jimmy, whose father is a squatter (farmer) nearby, together
with his dog, Gyp.
This team sets off, arrive in New Guinea, hire some more porters, and
travel guided by some sixth sense straight to where Mr Carstairs has
been kept a prisoner, along with another Englishman, whose mind has
gone, under the stress of his imprisonment.
There are the usual close shaves and tense moments, but finally they
achieve their end, and return home triumphantly.
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BUNYIP LAND; A STORY OF ADVENTURE IN NEW GUINEA,
BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.
CHAPTER ONE.
HOW I MADE MY PLANS AND THEY WERE ENDORSED.
"Now, Master Joseph, do adone now, do. I'm sure your poor dear eyes'll
go afore you're forty, and think of that!"
"Bother!"
"What say, my dear?"
"Don't bother."
"You're always running your finger over that map thing, my dear. I
can't abear to see it."
Nurse Brown looked over the top of her spectacles at me and shook her
head, while I bent lower over the map.
Then the old lady sighed, and went on making cottage windows all over my
worsted stockings, giving vent to comments all the time, for the old
lady had been servant to my grandmother, and had followed her young
mistress when she married, nursing me when I was born, and treating me
as a baby ever since. In fact she had grown into an institution at
home, moving when we moved, and doing pretty well as she liked in what
she called "our house."
"Bang!"
"Bless the boy! don't bang the table like that," she cried. "How you
made me jump!"
"It's of no use talking, nurse," I cried; "I mean to go."
"Go!" she said. "Go where?"
"Go and find my poor dear father," I cried. "Why, nurse, am I to sit
down quietly at home here, when perhaps my poor father is waiting for me
to come to his help?"
"Oh, hush! my dearie; don't talk like that I'm afraid he's dead and
gone."
"He isn't, nurse," I cried fiercely. "He's a prisoner somewhere among
those New Guinea savages, and I mean to find him and bring him back."
Nurse Brown thrust her needle into the big round ball of worsted, and
held it up as if for me to see. Then she took off her glasses with the
left hand in the stocking, and shaking her head she exclaimed:
"Oh, you bad boy; wasn't it enough for your father to go mad after his
botaniky, and want to go collecting furren buttercups and daisies, to
break your mother's heart, that you must ketch his complaint and want to
go too?"
"My father isn't mad," I said.
"Your father _was_ mad," retorted Nurse Brown, "and I was surprised at
him. What did he ever get by going wandering about collecting his dry
orchardses and rubbish, and sending of 'em to England?"
"Fame," I cried, "and honour."
"Fame and honour never bought potatoes," said nurse.
"Why, four different plants were named after him."
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