“Shanter fine along this bull-cow fellow all ’lone. Yabber moo-moo hard!”
He gave so excellent an imitation of the cow’s lowing that it was answered again by the others.
“What, you found that heifer?” cried the captain.
“Shanter fine bull-cow fellow all ’lone.”
“Where? when?”
The black pointed with his stick.
“Bulla (two) day. Come along bull fellow slow, Big white Mary gib Shanter soff damper; no eat long time. Fine sugar-bag—kill poss? No; Shanter come along bull-cow fellow.”
“I can’t make out his jargon,” said the captain, tetchily.
“He says, father, he found the cow two days ago, and couldn’t stop to eat because he wanted to bring it along. He’s hungry and wants damper.”
“Soff damper,” said the black, correctively.