The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
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50 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
garden fence. <strong>The</strong>y put <strong>the</strong>ir spear-beaked heads<br />
on one side to take it in. <strong>The</strong>y liked <strong>the</strong> sound<br />
<strong>of</strong> it, almost as much as did <strong>the</strong> brawler, <strong>and</strong> joined<br />
in. <strong>The</strong> kingfisher's maniacal shrieks <strong>of</strong> laughter<br />
rose into <strong>the</strong> air, crescendo fashion. It set o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
kookies, those darling pets <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Sou<strong>the</strong>rn Continent,<br />
joining in, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> row put a check upon<br />
young Bruce, greatly to his mo<strong>the</strong>r's relief. Sincerely<br />
wishing she had never taught him to say <strong>the</strong><br />
word, Clare endeavoured to undo <strong>the</strong> harm. It was<br />
rough luck on <strong>the</strong> youngster, but he had yet to<br />
learn that this world is not all joy, <strong>and</strong> he tasted<br />
his first instance <strong>of</strong> real, right-down, true-to-God<br />
injustice when, succeeding again in repeating <strong>the</strong><br />
word Daddy, he was told "Naughty, naughty; baby<br />
not say Daddy!" This led in course <strong>of</strong> time to him<br />
giving out "naught-Daddy," <strong>and</strong> so later still to<br />
((<br />
naughty Daddy"; <strong>the</strong> very last thing which poor<br />
Clare had intended to teach him to say.<br />
She put him to school at five, to keep him out <strong>of</strong><br />
mischief <strong>and</strong> give him amusement. <strong>The</strong> kindergarten<br />
was all play, except that in playing <strong>the</strong><br />
youngsters were cleverly taught to learn unconsciously,<br />
<strong>and</strong> Bruce loved every minute <strong>of</strong> it. <strong>The</strong><br />
school, being but a few hundred yards away from<br />
his mountain home, with wide gates kept open, <strong>the</strong><br />
boy rode bareback <strong>the</strong>re each day on a diminutive<br />
pony. He fell completely in love with his tall,<br />
s<strong>of</strong>t-eyed mistress, but forgot her when at dinner<br />
time, he returned to his mo<strong>the</strong>r, at half past twelve,<br />
his lessons over for <strong>the</strong> day.<br />
His first fight took place when he was eight,<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME 51<br />
having been at <strong>the</strong> school for three years. By this<br />
time <strong>the</strong> baronet's son no longer carried coppery<br />
hair; it had turned an attractive dark auburn. He<br />
could never abide carroty boys. Having so nearly<br />
been one himself, <strong>the</strong>y irritated him. Fights were<br />
forever near <strong>the</strong> surface in his dealings with <strong>the</strong>m,<br />
<strong>the</strong>re being too little contrast in <strong>the</strong>ir characters<br />
to blend. Now Bruce Swinton was known to have<br />
an English mo<strong>the</strong>r, <strong>and</strong> that led to all <strong>the</strong> trouble.<br />
"You're no Aussie; you're English," a young<br />
freckled-face one day accused Bruce.<br />
"You're a smug-nosed liar!" responded Bruce,<br />
with great heat <strong>and</strong> indignation. "I'm <strong>Australia</strong>n!"<br />
"Gam!" gibed <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r. "Look! Your mo<strong>the</strong>r's<br />
English, so you must be English, too!"<br />
"I'm not; I'm <strong>Australia</strong>n, I tell you. Say I'm<br />
English again <strong>and</strong> I'll knock your block <strong>of</strong>f!"<br />
"Where was you born, Swinton?" interposed<br />
ano<strong>the</strong>r young hopeful.<br />
"Yes," chimed in o<strong>the</strong>r voices, "where were you<br />
born? If you're born in <strong>Australia</strong> you're <strong>Australia</strong>n."<br />
"I was born in <strong>Australia</strong>," Bruce asserted<br />
stoutly, "<strong>and</strong> I'm <strong>Australia</strong>n, <strong>and</strong> if anybody says<br />
I'm not, look out for yourselves!"<br />
"What was your fa<strong>the</strong>r, <strong>the</strong>n?" asked a voice.<br />
Bruce was silent. <strong>The</strong> subject still puzzled him.<br />
"That's not fair," one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bigger lads put in.<br />
"Swinton hasn't got a fa<strong>the</strong>r; you don't say anything<br />
to boys about <strong>the</strong>ir fa<strong>the</strong>rs if <strong>the</strong>y're dead!"<br />
"When did he die?" Bruce was asked.<br />
"I don't know; I never saw him," answered <strong>the</strong><br />
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