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Aboriginal Australian Love
Barrington's Love-Story
Henry Theophilus Finck
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       _ In the absence of aboriginal love-stories let us amuse ourselves by examining critically a few more of the alleged cases of romantic love discovered by Europeans. The erudite German anthropologist Gerland expresses his belief (VI., 755) that notwithstanding the degradation of the Australians "cases of true romantic love occur among them," and he refers for an instance to Barrington (I., 37). On consulting Barrington I find the following incident related as a sample of "genuine love in all its purity." I condense the unessential parts:
       A young man of twenty-three, belonging to a tribe near
       Paramatta, was living in a cave with two sisters, one
       of fourteen, the other of twenty. One day when he
       returned from his kangaroo hunt he could not find the
       girls. Thinking they had gone to fetch water or roots
       for supper, he sat down till a rain-storm drove him
       into the cave, where he stumbled over the prostrate
       form of the younger sister. She was lying in a pool of
       blood, but presently regained consciousness and told
       him that a man had come to carry off her sister, after
       beating her on the head. She had seized the sister's
       arm to hold her back when the brute knocked her over
       with his club and dragged off the sister.
       It was too late to take revenge that day, but next
       morning the two set out for the tribe to which the
       girl-robber belonged. As they approached the camp,
       Barrington continues, "he saw the sister of the very
       savage who had stolen his sister; she was leaving her
       tribe to pick some sticks for a fire (this was indeed a
       fine opportunity for revenge); so making his sister
       hide herself, he flew to the young woman and lifted up
       his club to bring her to the ground, and thus satisfy
       his revenge. The victim trembled, yet, knowing his
       power, she stood with all the fortitude she could;
       lifting up her eyes, they came in contact with his and
       such was the enchanting beauty of her form (!) that he
       stood an instant motionless to gaze on it (!). The poor
       thing saw this and dropped on her knees (!) to implore
       his pity, but before she could speak, his revenge
       softened into love (!); he threw down his club, and
       clasping her in his arms (!) vowed eternal constancy
       (!!!); his pity gained her love (!), thus each procured
       a mutual return. Then calling his sister, she would
       have executed her revenge, but for her brother, who
       told her she was now his wife. On my hero asking after
       his sister, his new wife said she was very ill, but
       would soon be better; and she excused her brother (!)
       because the means he had taken were the customary one
       of procuring a wife (!!); 'but you,' said she, 'have
       more white heart' (meaning he was more like the
       English), 'you no beat me; me love you; you love me; me
       love your sisters; your sisters love me; my brother no
       good man.' This artless address won both their hearts,
       and now all three live in one hut which I enabled them
       to make comfortable within half a mile of my own
       house."
       Barrington concludes with these words: "This little anecdote I have given as the young man related it to me and perhaps I have _lost much of its simplicity_." It is very much to be feared that he has. I have marked with, exclamation points the most absurdly impossible parts of the tale as idealized and embellished by Barrington. The Australian never told him that he "gazed motionless" on the "enchanting beauty" of the girl's form or that his "revenge softened into love;" he never clasped her in his arms, nor "vowed eternal constancy." The girl never dreamt of saying that his pity gained her love, or of excusing her brother for doing what all Australian men do. These sentimental touches are gratuitous additions of Barrington; native Australians do not even clasp each other in their arms, and they are as incapable of vowing eternal constancy as of comparing Herbert Spencer's philosophy with Schopenhauer's. Yet on the strength of such dime novel rubbish an anthropologist assures us that savages are capable of feeling pure romantic love! The kernel of truth in the above tale reduces itself to this, that the young man whose sister was stolen intended to take revenge by killing the abductor, but that on seeing his sister he concluded to marry her. These savages, as we have seen, always act thus, killing the enemy's women only when unable to carry them off. _