Underground

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Mudrooroo. Underground

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

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

THE UNDYING. Mudrooroo. Book II in the Master of the Ghost Dreaming series

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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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Alone with the wrack.

One of those sort it was that got into our chief mate’s brain and swung him away from us. He was never again one with us in spirit. It was then, about the time he changed, that he took it into his head to give our vessel a name. He called her the Kore, upsetting most of our mob who wanted a different vision. But he had ill-luck covering him and from him it spread so that we began to think that we were all doomed. All this happened after we had come upon a wreck that had been cursed from the day she sailed. And when she flung herself upon the beach, her curse waited for us to pull up alongside, for we looted her, but then finder’s keepers, or so we thought at the time. From then on, something came after us and then our chief mate, our captain, disappeared one night, and my then father and I had to seek him out again with direful consequences. We had to find him! He was the only one who knew how to keep our vessel happy. He rode her hard until she learnt to keep the course, but without him she wallowed slow in the water, fat arsed with weeds and barnacles.

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