The old man caught sight of a black bottle in the gra.s.s, close beside the corpse. This set him thinking. Presently he knelt down and examined the soles of the dead man"s blucher boots, and then, rising with an air of conviction, exclaimed: "Brummy! by gosh!--busted up at last!

"I tole yer so, Brummy," he said impressively, addressing the corpse.

"I allers told yer as how it "ud be--an" here y"are, you thundering jumpt-up cuss-o"-G.o.d fool. Yer cud earn more"n any man in the colony, but yer"d lush it all away. I allers sed as how it "ud end, an" now yer kin see fur y"self.

"I spect yer was a-comin" t" me t" get fixt up an" set straight agin; then yer was a-goin" to swear off, same as yer "allers did; an" here y"are, an" now I expect I"ll have t" fix yer up for the last time an"

make yer decent, for "twon"t do t" leave yer alyin" out here like a dead sheep."

He picked up the corked bottle and examined it. To his great surprise it was nearly full of rum.

"Well, this gits me," exclaimed the old man; "me luck"s in, this Christmas, an" no mistake. He must "a" got the jams early in his spree, or he wouldn"t be a-making for me with near a bottleful left.

Howsomenever, here goes."

Looking round, his eyes lit up with satisfaction as he saw some bits of bark which had been left by a party of strippers who had been getting bark there for the stations. He picked up two pieces, one about four and the other six feet long, and each about two feet wide, and brought them over to the body. He laid the longest strip by the side of the corpse, which he proceeded to lift on to it.

"Come on, Brummy," he said, in a softer tone than usual, "ye ain"t as bad as yer might be, considerin" as it must be three good months since yer slipped yer wind. I spect it was the rum as preserved yer. It was the death of yer when yer was alive, an" now yer dead, it preserves yer like--like a mummy."

Then he placed the other strip on top, with the hollow side downwards--thus sandwiching the defunct between the two pieces--removed the saddle-strap, which he wore for a belt, and buckled it round one end, while he tried to think of something with which to tie up the other.

"I can"t take any more strips off my shirt," he said, critically examining the skirts of the old blue overshirt he wore. "I might get a strip or two more off, but it"s short enough already. Let"s see; how long have I been a-wearin" of that shirt; oh, I remember, I bought it jist two days afore Five Bob was pupped. I can"t afford a new shirt jist yet; howsomenever, seein" it"s Brummy, I"ll jist borrow a couple more strips and sew "em on agen when I git home."

He up-ended Brummy, and placing his shoulder against the middle of the lower sheet of bark, lifted the corpse to a horizontal position; then, taking the bag of bones in his hand, he started for home.

"I ain"t a-spendin" sech a dull Christmas arter all," he reflected, as he plodded on; but he had not walked above a hundred yards when he saw a black goanna sidling into the gra.s.s.

"That"s another of them theer dang things!" he exclaimed. "That"s two I"ve seed this mornin"."

Presently he remarked: "Yer don"t smell none too sweet, Brummy. It must "a" been jist about the middle of shearin" when yer pegged out. I wonder who got yer last cheque. Shoo! theer"s another black goanner--theer must be a flock of "em."

He rested Brummy on the ground while he had another pull at the bottle, and, before going on, packed the bag of bones on his shoulder under the body, and he soon stopped again.

"The thunderin" jumpt-up bones is all skew-whift," he said. ""Ole on, Brummy, an" I"ll fix "em"--and he leaned the dead man against a tree while he settled the bones on his shoulder, and took another pull at the bottle.

About a mile further on he heard a rustling in the gra.s.s to the right, and, looking round, saw another goanna gliding off sideways, with its long snaky neck turned towards him.

This puzzled the shepherd considerably, the strangest part of it being that Five Bob wouldn"t touch the reptile, but slunk off with his tail down when ordered to "sick "em."

"Theer"s sothin" comic about them theer goanners," said the old man at last. "I"ve seed swarms of gra.s.shoppers an" big mobs of kangaroos, but dang me if ever I seed a flock of black goanners afore!"

On reaching the hut the old man dumped the corpse against the wall, wrong end up, and stood scratching his head while he endeavoured to collect his muddled thoughts; but he had not placed Brummy at the correct angle, and, consequently, that individual fell forward and struck him a violent blow on the shoulder with the iron toes of his blucher boots.

The shock sobered him. He sprang a good yard, instinctively hitching up his moleskins in preparation for flight; but a backward glance revealed to him the true cause of this supposed attack from the rear. Then he lifted the body, stood it on its feet against the chimney, and ruminated as to where he should lodge his mate for the night, not noticing that the shorter sheet of bark had slipped down on the boots and left the face exposed.

"I spect I"ll have ter put yer into the chimney-trough for the night, Brummy," said he, turning round to confront the corpse. "Yer can"t expect me to take yer into the hut, though I did it when yer was in a worse state than--Lord!"

The shepherd was not prepared for the awful scrutiny that gleamed on him from those empty sockets; his nerves received a shock, and it was some time before he recovered himself sufficiently to speak.

"Now, look a-here, Brummy," said he, shaking his finger severely at the delinquent, "I don"t want to pick a row with yer; I"d do as much for yer an" more than any other man, an" well yer knows it; but if yer starts playin" any of yer jumpt-up pranktical jokes on me, and a-scarin" of me after a-humpin" of yer "ome, by the "oly frost I"ll kick yer to jim-rags, so I will."

This admonition delivered, he hoisted Brummy into the chimney-trough, and with a last glance towards the sheep-yards, he retired to his bunk to have, as he said, a snooze.

He had more than a snooze, however, for when he woke, it was dark, and the bushman"s instinct told him it must be nearly nine o"clock.

He lit a slush-lamp and poured the remainder of the rum into a pannikin; but, just as he was about to lift the draught to his lips, he heard a peculiar rustling sound overhead, and put the pot down on the table with a slam that spilled some of the precious liquor.

Five Bob whimpered, and the old shepherd, though used to the weird and dismal, as one living alone in the bush must necessarily be, felt the icy breath of fear at his heart.

He reached hastily for his old shot-gun, and went out to investigate. He walked round the but several times and examined the roof on all sides, but saw nothing. Brummy appeared to be in the same position.

At last, persuading himself that the noise was caused by possums or the wind, the old man went inside, boiled his billy, and, after composing his nerves somewhat with a light supper and a meditative smoke, retired for the night. He was aroused several times before midnight by the same mysterious sound overhead, but, though he rose and examined the roof on each occasion by the light of the rising moon, he discovered nothing.

At last he determined to sit up and watch until daybreak, and for this purpose took up a position on a log a short distance from the hut, with his gun laid in readiness across his knee.

After watching for about an hour, he saw a black object coming over the ridge-pole. He grabbed his gun and fired. The thing disappeared. He ran round to the other side of the hut, and there was a great black goanna in violent convulsions on the ground.

Then the old man saw it all. "The thunderin" jumpt-up thing has been a-havin" o" me," he exclaimed. "The same cuss-o"-G.o.d wretch has a-follered me "ome, an" has been a-havin" its Christmas dinner off of Brummy, an" a-hauntin" o" me into the bargain, the jumpt-up tinker!"

As there was no one by whom he could send a message to the station, and the old man dared not leave the sheep and go himself, he determined to bury the body the next afternoon, reflecting that the authorities could disinter it for inquest if they pleased.

So he brought the sheep home early and made arrangements for the burial by measuring the outer casing of Brummy and digging a hole according to those dimensions.

"That "minds me," he said. "I never rightly knowed Brummy"s religion, blest if ever I did. Howsomenever, there"s one thing sartin--none o"

them theer pianer-fingered parsons is a-goin" ter take the trouble ter travel out inter this G.o.d-forgotten part to hold sarvice over him, seein" as how his last cheque"s blued. But, as I"ve got the fun"ral arrangements all in me own hands, I"ll do jestice to it, and see that Brummy has a good comfortable buryin"--and more"s unpossible."

"It"s time yer turned in, Brum," he said, lifting the body down.

He carried it to the grave and dropped it into one corner like a post.

He arranged the bark so as to cover the face, and, by means of a piece of clothes-line, lowered the body to a horizontal position. Then he threw in an armful of gum-leaves, and then, very reluctantly, took the shovel and dropped in a few shovelfuls of earth.

"An" this is the last of Brummy," he said, leaning on his spade and looking away over the tops of the ragged gums on the distant range.

This reflection seemed to engender a flood of memories, in which the old man became absorbed. He leaned heavily upon his spade and thought.

"Arter all," he murmured sadly, "arter all--it were Brummy.

"Brummy," he said at last. "It"s all over now; nothin" matters now--nothin" didn"t ever matter, nor--nor don"t. You uster say as how it "ud be all right termorrer" (pause); "termorrer"s come, Brummy--come fur you--it ain"t come fur me yet, but--it"s a-comin"."

He threw in some more earth.

"Yer don"t remember, Brummy, an" mebbe yer don"t want to remember--_I_ don"t want to remember--but--well, but, yer see that"s where yer got the pull on me."

He shovelled in some more earth and paused again.

The dog rose, with ears erect, and looked anxiously first at his master and then into the grave.

"Theer oughter be somethin" sed," muttered the old man; ""tain"t right to put "im under like a dog. Theer oughter be some sort o" sarmin." He sighed heavily in the listening silence that followed this remark and proceeded with his work. He filled the grave to the brim this time, and fashioned the mound carefully with his spade. Once or twice he muttered the words, "I am the ra.s.saraction." As he laid the tools quietly aside, and stood at the head of the grave, he was evidently trying to remember the something that ought to be said. He removed his hat, placed it carefully on the gra.s.s, held his hands out from his sides and a little to the front, drew a long deep breath, and said with a solemnity that greatly disturbed Five Bob: "Hashes ter hashes, dus ter dus, Brummy--an"--an" in hopes of a great an" gerlorious ra.s.saraction!"

He sat down on a log near by, rested his elbows on his knees and pa.s.sed his hand wearily over his forehead--but only as one who was tired and felt the heat; and presently he rose, took up the tools, and walked back to the hut.

And the sun sank again on the grand Australian bush--the nurse and tutor of eccentric minds, the home of the weird.