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Title: The black police of Queensland : reminiscences of official work and personal adventures in the early days of the colony
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Kennedy, Edward B
Subjects: Queensland -- Description and travel
Publisher: London : Murray
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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early sixties fewtravelled to the great island excepting forbusiness purposes. In the roving life of the native police, theobject of which in those days was to patrolthe outside stations and sample new country farbeyond them, I found that practically duringall seasons, wet or dry, wild fovvl of every sortprevailed, ranging from black swans, mag-pie, and other sorts of geese, down to thetiniest species of teal, and occasionally snipe.But of all these birds I preferred the genuineblack duck, which is found in all five of theAustralian Colonies, as grand a bird as ourhome mallard, many of them attaining aweight of from three up to four pounds ; theypossess a delicious subtle flavour, whenproperly cooked, which others besides myselfhave not found in any other species. The forests, scrubs, and waters of Queens-land teem with life for such as use their eyes.To my mind there is an indescribable fascina-tion in hunting and fishing wherever you list,where the result of sport depends upon your
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XIV) THE CREEK 183 own woodcraft and the keen use of yoursenses, and amongst forests and waters whichhave never heard the firearm of the hunter,be it rifle or gun, nor seen the glint of thefishermans rod, your only companion beingperhaps a keen little terrier, or more rarelyan equally faithful boy. It was an experience I had long wished for.True, that in the districts scantily sketchedin the opening chapters of these N.M.P.experiences, we had found hundreds of milesof such wild back country in the nevernever ; but then circumstances were different,in that the blacks were bad, and, furthermore,I was not my own master. Here at Guyanda Creek there was greaterscope for bush wandering, the country wasfairly quiet, and I was able to spell the horsesfor a few days at a time at one or other of thestations during patrol. Hospitable and kindas I invariably found the squatters, they caredbut little for roaming about the bush, huntingquail or seeking orchids. They have hardenough work with their

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