Australian Legendary Tales: folklore of the Noongahburrahs as told to the Piccaninnies by K. Langloh (Katie Langloh) Parker
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"Bunbundoolooey, I am your mother. The mother who forgot you as a birrahlee, and left you. But now I have come to find you, my son. Long was the journey, my son, and your mother was weary, but now that she sees once more her birrahlee, who has grown into a man, she is no longer weary, but glad is her heart, and loud could she sing in her joy. Ah, Bunbundoolooey, my son! Bunbundoolooey, my son!" And she ran forward with her arms out, as if to embrace him. But stern was the face of Bunbundoolooey, the son, and no answer did he make with his tongue. But he stooped to the ground and picked therefrom a big stone. This swiftly he threw at his mother, hitting her with such force that she fell dead to the earth. Then on strode Bunbundoolooey to his camp. 14. OONGNAIRWAH AND GUINAREY Oongnairwah, the diver, and Guinarey, the eagle hawk, told all the pelicans, black swans, cranes, and many others, that they would take their net to the creek and catch fish, if some of them would go and beat the fish down towards the net. Gladly went the pelicans, black swans, and the rest to the creek. In |
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