"I'd rather be in your pouch, so let us go away," entreated Dot; and they
left the bower place without any of the birds noticing their departure,
for they were all busy gossiping, or discussing the great berry or
digestion questions.
It was towards evening when they reached an open plain, and here they met
an Emu. As both Dot and the Kangaroo were thirsty, they asked the Emu the
way to a waterhole or tank.
"I am going to a tank now," replied the Emu; "let us proceed together."
"Do you think it will be safe to drink to-night;" enquired the Kangaroo
anxiously.
"Well, to tell the truth," said the Emu lightly, "it is likely to be a
little difficult. There is a somewhat strained feeling between the White
Humans and ourselves just now. In consequence, we have to resort to a
little strategy on our visits to the tanks, and we avoid eating anything
tempting left about at camping places."
"Are they laying poison for you?" asked the Kangaroo in horrified tones.
"They are doing something of the kind, we think," answered the Emu airily,
"for some of us have had most unpleasant symptoms after picking up morsels
at camping grounds. Several have died. We were quite surprised, for
hitherto there has been no better cure for Emu indigestion than wire
nails, hoop iron, and preserved milk cans.
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