Dot could not speak all she felt. She was so sorry for the Kangaroo, and
so ashamed of being a Human. She realised too, how good and forgiving
this dear animal was; how she had cared for her, and nearly died to save
her life, in spite of the wrongs done to her by human beings.
"When I grow up," she said, "I will never let anyone hurt a bush creature.
They shall all be happy where I am."
"But there are so many Humans. They're getting to be as many as
Kangaroos." said the animal reflectively, and shook her head.
CHAPTER X.
The fourth day of Dot's wanderings in the Bush dawned brightly. The sun
arose in a sky all gorgeous in gold and crimson, and flashed upon a world
glittering with dewy freshness. Sweet odours from the aromatic bush filled
the air, and every living creature made what noise it could, to show its
joy in being happy and free in the beautiful Bush. Rich and gurgling came
the note of the magpies, the jovial kookooburras saluted the sun with
rollicking laughter, the crickets chirruped, frogs croaked in chorus, or
solemnly "popped" in deep vibrating tones, like the ring of a woodman's
axe. Every now and then came the shriek of the plover, or the shrill cry
of the peeweet; and gayer and more lively than all others was the merry
clattering of the big bush wagtail in the distance.
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