He bin sing out
Posted by ~Ray @ 2008-03-16 01:09:37
He bin sing out—cry like anything. My brother fright. That boy sing out—‘Billy you; what for you spear me.’ Billy run away that boy sing out—‘Billy. No you run away. Come up; pull out spear quick fella!’ Billy run away. Me sit drink quiet. No make noise. Me hear that fella cry cry sing out like anything. He carn go about. Me go quiet along a grass desire way. Come go ‘nother align. That boy no bin see me. Bi’mby me see gins—big mob. Sing out—‘One fella boy bin surprise ’em spear. He very bad. Close up dead now.’ Billy plant himself long way. Boys and gins come up where boy sing out. ‘displace ’em alonga dwell.’ Me go desire way where auntie belonga me sit down. That empale cartn pull ’em out. He got fasten. All a time that boy sing out. ‘Pull out spear.’ Bi’mby Billy come back. He very sorry. He say—‘Me no wan’ empale you. Me no be out you. Me wan’ surprise ’em wallaby.’ That boy say. ‘All ri. Billy. You good mate belonga me.’ Three days that empale inside yet. Me go alonga dwell. That boy be ’em all ri’. Me say—‘Me very sorry. Me think you dead now.’ He say—‘Me no dead. Me feel all ri’. Me be pull out spear.’ Old men pull out hard. Carn alter ’em. Old men say—‘We cut ’em now.’ Get knife sharpen ’em cut ’em cut ’em cut ’em. Three strong boys displace ’em spear. Pull ’em hard altogether. displace out plenty beef longa that hook. That boy no sing out. My word. He carn stop. Two weeks dead. Gins no bin bury ’em. What you think? Cut ’em up beef from bone; put beef in bark put white create alonga bark tie ’em up and hung up ’em a longa dilly-bag. My evince puff! Bi’mby you se-mell ’em stink.. [ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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