Most of the people living in Australia are descended from British people who went there within the last hundred years. When the white settlers first arrived, they found a race called the Australoids, dark-skinned but quite different from the African Negro people.
Most of the people living in Australia are descended from British people who went there within the last hundred years. When the white settlers first arrived, they found a race called the Australoids, dark-skinned but quite different from the African Negro people. Their skins vary in color from pale chocolate tan to a real black, and their hair is wavy or curly. There are between 45, 000 and 50,000 of those original Australians still living on the continent. At the time of those first settlers, the natives knew nothing of civilization.
They wore no clothes, and they used tools made of wood and stone. They lived in caves, or in rude shelters they built from boughs. They were nomads. That is, they stayed in one place as long as the hunting was good, and then moved on. These natives have learned to speak English and many of them have become very good farmers and sheep herders. In the far north of Australia there are still wild tribes of natives who live almost exactly as they did hundreds or even thousands of years ago. They wear no clothes, except when it is cold enough so that they need clothing for warmth. They make fires with sticks, and they hunt game with spears and boomerangs.
Spiders In The Garden
Watching for their prey in the centre of a radiating geometrical snare, we often find the garden spiders. The beauty of their vertical orb-webs and the large size of these strikingly marked creatures always attract our attention during summer strolls.
Jack & Jill The Vulture Twins
Probably this story of Jack and Jill, the Vulture Twins, would never have been written, if Betsy, Farmer Parsons' old brindle cow, had not refused to come up from the woods one night. But she wouldn't come, so Farmer Parsons had to go down after her.
At Home With Mr. Burroughs
Youth still peered out at me in spite of his crowning thatch of silvery hair when I first met John Burroughs in 1904. As we walked together on our way to his rustic little house in the woods called "Slab-sides,"
