THE HARLEQUIN STONE.
by David Foard
It had been sixty-three days now since the old man had found any opal. During the first forty days a young aboriginal boy had worked with him. But after forty days without opal, the elders of the tribe told him that the old man was most Ngarlputjarra, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone to another mine, which had two good finds the first week.
It made the boy sad to see the old man come home at the end of each day with his bag empty, and he went down to help him carry the pick and scoop, and move the mullock heap from the top of the shaft.
As the old man wound the Continue reading The Harlequin Stone
THE HARLEQUIN STONE.
by David Foard
It had been sixty-three days now since the old man had found any opal. During the first forty days a young aboriginal boy had worked with him. But after forty days without opal, the elders of the tribe told him that the old man was most Ngarlputjarra, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone to another mine, which had two good finds the first week.
It made the boy sad to see the old man come home at the end of each day with his bag empty, and he went down to help him carry the pick and scoop, and move the mullock heap from the top of the shaft.
As the old man wound the Continue reading The Harlequin Stone
