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_The_ MAGIC PUDDING
_Written and Illustrated by_ NORMAN LINDSAY
DOVER PUBLICATIONS, INC. Mineola, New York
_Bibliographical Note_
This Dover edition, first published in 2006, is an unabridgedrepublication of the work published by Angus and Robertson, Ltd.,Sydney, Australia, in 1918.
_International Standard Book Number: 0-486-45281-6_
Manufactured in the United States of America Dover Publications, Inc., 31 East 2nd Street, Mineola, N.Y. 11501
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First Slice
This is a frontways view of Bunyip Bluegum and his Uncle Wattleberry. Ata glance you can see what a fine, round, splendid fellow Bunyip Bluegumis, without me telling you. At a second glance you can see that theUncle 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 thewhiskers, and so fail to realize how immensely important they are. Infact, these very whiskers were the chief cause of Bunyip's leaving hometo 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 ina tree, and there was no room for the whiskers. What was worse, thewhiskers were red, and they blew about in the wind, and UncleWattleberry 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 hewas 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. Itwas quite useless giving him hints, such as presents of razors, andscissors, and boxes of matches to burn them off. On such occasions hewould 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, Bunyipdecided to leave home without more ado.
The trouble was that he couldn't make up his mind whether to be aTraveller or a Swagman. You can't go about the world being nothing, butif you are a traveller you have to carry a bag, while if you are aswagman you have to carry a swag, and the question is: Which is theheavier?
At length he decided to put the matter before Egbert Rumpus Bumpus, thepoet, 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 theslate 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 the Bunyip, 'I have decided to see the world, and Icannot make up my mind whether to be a Traveller or a Swagman. Whichwould 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 doin 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 hisfriend's hand, he ran straight home, took his Uncle's walking-stick, andassuming an air of pleasure, set off to see the world.
He found a great many things to see, such as dandelions, and ants, andtraction engines, and bolting horses, and furniture being removed,besides being kept busy raising his hat, and passing the time of daywith people on the road, for he was a very well-bred young fellow,polite in his manners, graceful in his attitudes, and able to converseon a great variety of subjects, having read all the best Australianpoets.
Unfortunately, in the hurry of leaving home, he had forgotten toprovide himself with food, and at lunch time found himself attacked bythe pangs of hunger.
'Dear me,' he said, 'I feel quite faint. I had no idea that one'sstomach was so important. I have everything I require, except food; butwithout food everything is rather less than nothing.
'I've got a stick to walk with. I've got a mind to think with. I've got a voice to talk with. I've got an eye to wink with. I've lots of teeth to eat with, A brand new hat to bow with, A pair of fists to beat with, A rage to have a row with. No joy it brings To have indeed A lot of things One does not need. Observe my doleful plight. For here am I without a crumb To satisfy a raging tum-- O what an oversight!'
As he was indulging in these melancholy reflexions he came round a bendin the road, and discovered two people in the very act of having lunch.These people were none other than Bill Barnacle, the sailor, and hisfriend, Sam Sawnoff, the penguin bold.
Bill was a small man with a large hat, a beard half as large as his hat,and feet half as large as his beard. Sam Sawnoff's feet were sittingdown and his body was standing up, because his feet were so short andhis body so long that he had to do both together. They had a pudding ina basin, and the smell that arose from it was so delightful that BunyipBluegum was quite unable to pass on.
'Excuse me,' he said, raising his hat, 'but am I right in supposing thatthis is a steak-and-kidney pudding?'
'At present it is,' said Bill Barnacle.
'It smells delightful,' said Bunyip Bluegum.
'It is delightful,' said Bill, eating a large mouthful.
Bunyip Bluegum was too much of a gentleman to invite himself to lunch,but he said carelessly, 'Am I right in supposing that there are onionsin this pudding?'
Before Bill could reply, a thick, angry voice came out of the pudding,saying--
'Onions, bunions, corns and crabs, Whiskers, wheels and hansom cabs, Beef and bottles, beer and bones, Give him a feed and end his groans.'
'Albert, Albert,' said Bill to the Puddin', 'where's your manners?'
'Where's yours?' said the Puddin' rudely, 'guzzling away there, andnever so much as offering this stranger a slice.'
'There you are,' said Bill. 'There's nothing this Puddin' enjoys morethan offering slices of himself to strangers.'
'How very polite of him,' said Bunyip, but the Puddin' replied loudly--
'Politeness be sugared, politeness be hanged, Politeness be jumbled and tumbled and banged. It's simply a matter of putting on pace, Politeness has nothing to do with the case.'
'Always anxious to be eaten,' said Bill, 'that's this Puddin's mania.Well, to oblige him, I ask you to join us at lunch.'
'Delighted, I'm sure,' said Bunyip, seating himself. 'There's nothing Ienjoy mor
e than a good go in at steak-and-kidney pudding in the openair.'
'Well said,' remarked Sam Sawnoff, patting him on the back. 'Heartyeaters are always welcome.'
'You'll enjoy this Puddin',' said Bill, handing him a large slice. 'Thisis a very rare Puddin'.'
'It's a cut-an'-come-again Puddin',' said Sam.
'It's a Christmas, steak, and apple-dumpling Puddin',' said Bill.
'It's a--Shall I tell him?' he asked, looking at Bill. Bill nodded, andthe Penguin leaned across to