Capricornia

Looking for all the world like more parts of the train detached through the jar of the sudden stopping, the passengers dropped off, most of them heavily, many to stagger and fall. This was a specially festive journey. Not only were all the passengers coming up for a Christmas spree, but many were also going to the European War. No—not all were coming for a spree; for there were chained in a stinking cattle-car eight Aboriginal prisoners who were coming up to jail; according to what their fellow passengers said with laughter they were not so much felons as excuses for outback policemen’s holidays. The cattle-car was near the engine, and thus within sound of the gushing hydrant, which was music in the chain-gang’s ears. While their sodden fellows staggered past on the way to the Siding House, they rattled their chains and cried out miserably, and in vain, “Water—water!”

“Damn,” growled Oscar. “Here’s that cow Jock Driver.”

There was Jock in the middle of the crowd, waving his wideawake and shouting. He was going to the war. That was what he was shouting about. When he saw old Fliegeltaub he hooted, “Bluidy awl’ Boche, wait’ll we get B’lin and see’t we do to bluidy awl Koyser—wait’ll we get Potsdam—and Rotterdam and Amsterdam and Tinker’s Dam—Remem’er Belgium, ye rottendamn stinkin’ bluidy awl’ Hoon.” And he burst into song, in which others joined him, a song that went to the tune of The Marseillaise:

There is a spot in Germany where we Aussies soon will be We’ll get to Berlin if it costs us our lives, We’ll kill all the Fritzers and pinch all their wives. Tar-ra-rah, tar-ra-rah, tar-ra-rah—

“Ugh!” grunted Mick O’Pick. “Remimb’rin’ Bilgi’m wit’ a vingince!”

Oscar hastily took the hands of the children and led them through the house to the back veranda. He was joined there soon by Lace and Burywell, and later by three passengers who could not find seats inside. It was with dismay that he learnt that Jock was going to the war, since it meant that his obnoxious company must be suffered all the way down South. There would surely be unpleasantness if Jock came into contact with Norman. As Oscar had observed when several times he had met Jock in the past four years, the fellow regarded the adoption of Norman as a great joke. The boy had not yet been exposed to his ribaldry. Oscar was particularly anxious that he should not be exposed to it now, wishing to get him away from Capricornia in the same state of ignorance of his origin as he had succeeded in keeping him in so long. His wish was partly for Norman’s sake, partly for his own. Because he was not looking forward to the task of having to explain the boy’s true origin to his relatives in Batman, he had it in mind to adopt Differ’s idea and say he was Javanese.