Morning journal and courier., 1882-08-19


 Now we are all in our places, some hidden behind bushes, others ensconced behind an artificial gunnery. Lying down, peeping through the leaves, the plain, far, far away. seems to begin to undulate. It is mob of kangaroos that causes this appearance. As of porpoises at play. Ostrich like, indistinct- ly one crouches lower. Close to the ground you hear ''thud," 'thud," '"thud, with two or three seconds interval between the sound of each jump. Now 1t stops, for the ''old man kangaroo, has an unpleasant if not tingling recollection of this sport last year. But the guns are down wind and well hidden. "Thud, "thud," again, nearer and clearer. 1 and now you catch sight of the leader of the mob; he is close to you. You rise and pour l into his hind quarters-for, unlike all other game, it is more deadly to shoot them well behind-three and one-quarter drams of powder, one and one eighth ounces of BIB shot. Down he goes with heavy Hop and gruns. Ping goes the other barrel. Still | they come, on each side of you. Oh, for 8 | loader You have just time to stuff another l cartridge into the right hand barrel and send 1 it after the last of the mob. Your neigh bors, too-who in all likelihood ''know the sound full well" and have been watching the advance with perhaps less excitable but not I less keen interest than you-have also risen | and discharged volley. Down you sink l again behind your shelter, and the silence is l only broken by the expiring grunt and final 1 kick of that told man." who dies hard 1 This is the first mob Stiffness now for ten minutes or so reigns, unless broken by an oc- caslcnal rustic in the grass, You get up and l see wallaby, with head down, going full lick through the grass; he represents to you | a shot just like rabbit in covert. And now 1 every three four minutes you hear the distant and random gun" of your fellow sportsmen; for the maxsupials are coming l well. You detect the sound of the stock l whip. Another volley. What unearthly l sound is that you hear now? Is it human | Oar winans might say mo" But you, on l looking see what at first sight you might | take for Pandemonium let loose, for. screech- | ing yelling, whooping, grunting like pigs,
 come the niggers, King Billy resplendently | red and goldly gleaming in the midst. Sit | ting upon their horses necks like monkeys on q tree, waving their handkerchiefs and cracking their stock-whips, one is not sur
 prised that it requires great orator to make | the colonial whites believe that these are
 really friends and brothers. The manager,
 assisted by few stockmen, keeps them in
 excellent order. The sport now becomes
 fast and furious. Volley-firing has com
 menced, and the distracted marsupial is hay ing B rough time of it. Work as you may,
 although your cartridges do not stick you
 cannot load fast enough. At length the
 drive is over. You take out a knife, and
 going to the spot where you hear the kick
 Sometimes kangaroo with broken leg vii
 "bale up" and look like fight. But there art
 plenty of stones about, heave '"arf (
 brick'' at him, or hit him behind the ear witt | 8 good thick waddy, and he is soon finished l Now the guns come up congratulating eacl i other upon the success of the drive, varied
 by the usual interchange of conversation