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Aboriginal Australian Love
Two Native Stories
Henry Theophilus Finck
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       _ As a matter of course Australian folk-lore, too, shows no traces of the existence of love. The nearest approach to such a thing I have been able to find is a quaint story about a man who wanted two wives and of how he got them. It is taken from Mrs. K. Langloh Parker's _Australian Legendary Tales_ and the substance of it is as follows:
       Wurrunnah, after a long day's hunting, came back to the
       camp tired and hungry. His mother had nothing for him
       to eat and no one else would give him anything. He flew
       into a rage and said: "I will go into a far country and
       live with strangers; my people would starve me." He
       went away and after divers strange adventures with a
       blind man and emus, who were really black fellows, he
       came to a camp where there was no one but seven young
       girls. They were friendly, gave him food, and allowed
       him to camp there during the night. They told him their
       name was Meamei and their tribe in a far country to
       which they would soon return.
       The next day Wurrunnah went away as if leaving for
       good; but he determined to hide near and watch what
       they did, and if he could get a chance he would steal a
       wife from among them. He was tired of travelling alone.
       He saw them all start out with their yam-sticks in
       hand. Following them he saw them stop by the nests of
       some flying ants and unearth the ants. Then they sat
       down, threw their yam-sticks aside, and ate the ants,
       which are esteemed a great delicacy. While they were
       eating Wurrunnah sneaked up to their yam-sticks and
       stole two of them. When the girls had eaten all they
       wanted only five of them could find their sticks; so
       those five started off, expecting that the other two
       would soon find their sticks and follow them.
       The two girls hunted all around the ants' nests, but
       could find no sticks. At last, when their backs were
       turned toward him, Wurrunnah crept out and stuck the
       lost yam-sticks near together in the ground; then he
       slipped back to his hiding-place. When the two girls
       turned round, there in front of them they saw their
       sticks. With a cry of joyful surprise they ran to them
       and caught hold of them to pull them out of the ground,
       in which they were firmly stuck. As they were doing so,
       out from his hiding-place jumped Wurrunnah. He seized
       both girls round their waists, holding them tightly.
       They struggled and screamed, but to no purpose. There
       was none near to hear them, and the more they struggled
       the tighter Wurrunnah held them. Finding their screams
       and struggles in vain they quietened at length, and
       then Wurrunnah told them not to be afraid, he would
       take care of them. He was lonely, he said, and wanted
       two wives. They must come quietly with him and he would
       be good to them. But they must do as he told them. If
       they were not quiet he would swiftly quieten them with
       his moorillah. But if they would come quietly with him
       he would he good to them. Seeing that resistance was
       useless the two young girls complied with his wish, and
       travelled quietly on with him. They told him that some
       day their tribe would come and steal them back again;
       to avoid which he travelled quickly on and on still
       farther hoping to elude pursuit. Some weeks passed and
       he told his wives to go and get some bark from two
       pine-trees near by. They declared if they did so he
       would never see them again. But he answered "Talk not
       so foolishly; if you ran away soon should I catch you
       and, catching you, would beat you hard. So talk no
       more." They went and began to cut the bark from the
       trees. As they did so each felt that her tree was
       rising higher out of the ground and bearing her upward
       with it. Higher and higher grew the pine-trees and up
       with them went the girl until at last the tops touched
       the sky. Wurrunnah called after them, but they listened
       not. Then they heard the voices of their five sisters,
       who from the sky stretched forth their hands and drew
       the two others in to live with them in the sky, and
       there you may see the seven sisters together. We know
       them as the Pleiades, but the black fellows call them
       the Meamei.
       A few rather improper tales regarding the sun and moon are recorded in Woods's _Native Tribes_ by Meyer, who thus sums up two of them; the other being too obscene for citation here:
       The sun they consider to be a female, who, when she
       sets, passes the dwelling-places of the dead. As she
       approaches the men assemble and divide into two bodies,
       leaving a road for her to pass between them; they
       invite her to stay with them, which she can only do for
       a short time, as she must be ready for her journey for
       the next day. For favors granted to some one among them
       she receives a present of red kangaroo skin; and
       therefore in the morning, when she rises, appears in a
       red dress.
       The moon is also a woman, and not particularly chaste.
       She stays a long time with the men, and from the
       effects of her intercourse with them, she becomes very
       thin and wastes away to a mere skeleton. When in this
       state, Nurrunduri orders her to be driven away. She
       flies, and is secreted for some time, but is employed
       all the time in seeking roots which are so nourishing
       that in a short time she appears again, and fills out
       and becomes fat rapidly.
       Here we see how even such sublime and poetic phenomena as sun and moon are to the aboriginal mind only symbols of their coarse, sensual lives: the heavenly bodies are concubines of the men, welcomed when fat, driven away when thin. That puts the substance of Australian love in a nutshell. _