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The Magic Pudding Being the Adventures of Bunyip Bluegum and His Friends Bill Barnacle & Sam Sawnoff By: Norman Lindsay (1879-1969) |
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The Magic Pudding:
Being the Adventures of Bunyip Bluegum and his friends
Bill Barnacle and Sam Sawnoff by Norman Lindsay
[ Bunyip Bluegum ]
[ and his Uncle ]
[ are koalas ]
[ ]
This is a frontways view of Bunyip Bluegum and his Uncle Wattleberry.
At a glance you can see what a fine, round, splendid fellow Bunyip
Bluegum is, without me telling you. At a second glance you can see
that the Uncle is more square than round, and that his face has
whiskers on it.
Looked at sideways you can still see what a splendid fellow Bunyip
is, though you can only see one of his Uncle's whiskers.
Observed from behind, however, you completely lose sight of the
whiskers, and so fail to realize how immensely important they
are. In fact, these very whiskers were the chief cause of
Bunyip's leaving home to see the world, for, as he often said to
himself "Whiskers alone are bad enough
Attached to faces coarse and rough
But how much greater their offence is
When stuck on Uncles' countenances." The plain truth was that Bunyip and his Uncle lived in a small
house in a tree, and there was no room for the whiskers. What was
worse, the whiskers were red, and they blew about in the wind, and
Uncle Wattleberry would insist on bringing them to the dinner
table with him, where they got in the soup. Bunyip Bluegum was a tidy bear, and he objected to whisker soup,
so he was forced to eat his meals outside, which was awkward, and
besides, lizards came and borrowed his soup. His Uncle refused to listen to reason on the subject of his
whiskers. It was quite useless giving him hints, such as presents
of razors, and scissors, and boxes of matches to burn them off.
On such occasions he would remark "Shaving may add an air that's somewhat brisker,
For dignity, commend me to the whisker." Or, when more deeply moved, he would exclaim "As noble thoughts the inward being grace,
So noble whiskers dignify the face." Prayers and entreaties to remove the whiskers being of no avail,
Bunyip decided to leave home without more ado. The trouble was
that he couldn't make up his mind whether to be a Traveller or a
Swagman. You can't go about the world being nothing, but if you
are a traveller you have to carry a bag, while if you are a
swagman you have to carry a swag, and the question is:
Which is the heavier? At length he decided to put the matter before Egbert Rumpus Bumpus,
the poet, and ask his advice. He found Egbert busy writing poems
on a slate. He was so busy that he only had time to sing out, "Don't interrupt the poet, friend,
Until his poem's at an end," and went on writing harder than ever. He wrote all down one side
of the slate and all up the other, and then remarked, "As there's no time to finish that,
The time has come to have our chat.
Be quick, my friend, your business state
Before I take another slate." "The fact is," said Bunyip, "I have decided to see the world,
and I cannot make up my mind whether to be a Traveller or a
Swagman. Which would you advise?" Then said the Poet "As you've no bags it's plain to see
A traveller you cannot be;
And as a swag you haven't either
You cannot be a swagman neither.
For travellers must carry bags,
And swagmen have to hump their swags
Like bottle ohs or ragmen.
As you have neither swag nor bag
You must remain a simple wag,
And not a swag or bagman." "Dear me," said Bunyip Bluegum, "I never thought of that.
What must I do in order to see the world without carrying swags
or bags?" The Poet thought deeply, put on his eyeglass, and said
impressively "Take my advice, don't carry bags,
For bags are just as bad as swags;
They're never made to measure.
To see the world, your simple trick
Is but to take a walking stick
Assume an air of pleasure,
And tell the people near and far
You stroll about because you are
A Gentleman of Leisure." "You have solved the problem," said Bunyip Bluegum, and wringing
his friend's hand, he ran straight home, took his Uncle's
walking stick, and, assuming an air of pleasure, set off to see
the world... Continue reading book >>
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