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Portrait of George Manville Fenn George Manville Fenn Bunyip Land: A Story of Adventure in New Guinea

Jack’s brow seemed to grow as wrinkled as that of an old man, and he was very solemn for the rest of the day, during which we tramped on through the forest, its beauties seeming less attractive than in the freshness of the early morning, and the only striking thing we saw was a pack of small monkeys, which seemed to have taken a special dislike to Jimmy, following him from tree to tree, chattering and shrieking the while, and at last putting the black in a passion, and making him throw his boomerang savagely up in return for the nuts that were showered down.
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Portrait of George Manville Fenn George Manville Fenn Bunyip Land: A Story of Adventure in New Guinea

Then there was a rustling sound, and Jimmy came round the corner of the hut.
“All rightums!” he whispered. “Find somebody’s fader!”
“You here again, my boy!” whispered a familiar voice.
“Yes!” I said, catching the speaker’s arm; and then, “Doctor,” I said, “this is the prisoner who saved me—and set Jimmy free!”
“Doctor!” said the poor fellow in a low puzzled voice, as if his mind were wandering. “Yes, I am the doctor! They made me their doctor when—the fever—when—oh! my boy, my boy! why did you come back?” he cried excitedly, as if his brain were once more clear.
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Portrait of George Manville Fenn George Manville Fenn Bunyip Land: A Story of Adventure in New Guinea

My shot seemed to alarm the whole forest and set it in an uproar: birds shrieked, monkeys chattered, and to right and left there was a rushing crackling noise, as of big creatures seeking flight. There was a deep-mouthed howl, too, away on our right that made me look anxiously at the doctor.
“I don’t know, Joe,” he replied, as if in answer to a spoken question. “There may be tigers here, and leopards, and old men of the woods, big as ourselves. It is new land, my lad, so don’t look to me for information.”
“Dat big bunyip,” said Jimmy in a scared whisper. “Take black fellow—kill um, eatum.”
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