The Undying
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Mudrooroo. The Undying
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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Mudrooroo was born in Narrogin in Western Australia in 1938. He has travelled extensively throughout Australia and the world and is now living in Brisbane. Mudrooroo has been active in Aboriginal cultural affairs, was a Member of the Aboriginal Arts Unit committee of the Australia Council, and a co-founder with Jack Davis of the Aboriginal Writers, Oral Literature and Dramatists Association. He piloted Aboriginal literature courses at Murdoch University, the University of Queensland, the University of the Northern Territory and Bond University. Mudrooroo is a prolific writer of poetry and prose and is best known for his novel, Wildcat Falling, and his critical work, Writing from the Fringe. Old Fellow Poems and Wildcat Falling are both available with his audio presentation. He has completed a new novel Balga Boy Jackson to be released in 2017.
Wildcat Falling (ebook)
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‘Arrh, this earth is strong,’ he exclaimed, stamping his feet. ‘It does not move as that boat did and, best of all, I have one of these in my hands again.’
He chuckled as he weighed the spear in his hand, testing the balance, then poised it before making his cast. Although old, his arm was still strong and the shaft sped along the beach for about fifty metres then skidded along for another twenty. He gestured at a spear which lay at his feet and ordered me to throw it. On the island, we had had little use for spears. In fact, Fada had forbidden their possession and one night had collected those which were not hidden and burnt them. I had only thrown a spear about twice before so my stance was ungainly and my throw worse. A flush of blood came over my face, but who needed one of these unwieldy lengths of wood when I had a pistol? During the calm days on the ocean Wadawaka had taught me how to aim and fire it until I could hit a small fragment of wood tossed from the bow and bobbing past the schooner’s side.
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