Take me to Japanee Consul, he help a poor Japanee!'

. . . . .

So the Dutch let him go, and they watched him, as off from the Islands he ran,
Doubting him much, but what would you? You have to be sure of your man
Ere you wake up that nest-full of hornets -- the little brown men of Japan.

Down in the ooze and the coral, down where earth's wonders are spread,
Helmeted, ghastly, and swollen, Kanzo Makame lies dead:
Joe Nagasaki, his `tender', is owner and diver instead.

Wearer of pearls in your necklace, comfort yourself if you can,
These are the risks of the pearling -- these are the ways of Japan,
`Plenty more Japanee diver, plenty more little brown man!'




The City of Dreadful Thirst



The stranger came from Narromine and made his little joke --
`They say we folks in Narromine are narrow-minded folk.
But all the smartest men down here are puzzled to define
A kind of new phenomenon that came to Narromine.

`Last summer up in Narromine 'twas gettin' rather warm --
Two hundred in the water-bag, and lookin' like a storm --