Thomas Henry Kendall,
The Poems of Henry Kendall — The Last of His Tribe
(1920)
“ The wallaroos grope through the tufts of the grass, And turn to their coverts for fear; But he sits in the ashes and lets them pass Where the boomerangs sleep with the spear— With the nullah, the sling and the spear. Uloola, behold him! The thunder that breaks On the tops of the rocks with the rain, And the wind which drives up with the salt of the lakes, Have made him a hunter again— A hunter and fisher again. ”
