![]() They looked like whales that had learnt how to swim on top of the sea. But no one had ever spoken of anything like this! The warriors and old women knew all that was important in the world. His eight years had been full of familiar things. Nanberry turned to see where Yagali pointed.įor a second he thought he dreamt. Colbee had speared a giant waragul, a mackerel, too. ![]() Who needed dainya, the mud oysters? The women had been out in their low-slung canoes, hauling in fish with nets and lines. ![]() Behind them the stream trickled between the trees and mud flats to join the waves. âHey, you with empty hands! Where are the dainya?' The other girls laughed. One of the girls yelled at him from the shore â his sister, Yagali, catching a ball of twisted twigs and feathers as one of the others threw it to her. He pushed himself into the daylight in one strong sweep. He loved this most of all: how in one instant you could change from air to sea.Īt last his lungs began to ache. Nanberry wriggled like a fish, turning so he could see the surface of the water. ![]() Light drifted in gold shivers from above. Nanberry waded in till the water tickled his waist, felt the sandy mud between his toes, then took a deep breath and dived down. ![]() The breeze smelt of smoke and cooking fish. The harbour was emu-berry blue, the ripples playing with the sun. W ARRANE (S YDNEY C OVE ), THE TIME OF MANY FISH AND FEASTS (26 J ANUARY 1788) ![]()
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