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Title: Australia's greatest need : with an introductory note by the Archbishop of Brisbane
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Tomlin, James William Sackett, 1871-
Subjects: Church of England in Australia and Tasmania Missions New Guinea
Publisher: (London) : Society for the Propagation of the Gospel in Foreign Parts
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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lt until themissionary himself realizes that the savagehe is so anxious to divert to his own waysof thought and belief, is an intelligent,rational human being and not a fool .^ The aboriginal in his ignorant savagestate is full of superstitious fear, revenge-ful, treating woman as a chattel, guilty ofinfanticide and cannibalism, gluttonousand, but for tribal restrictions, immoral.But are not these crimes the commonheritage of savages ? It is not upon thedark side of savage life but upon thehopeful gleams of human goodness thatwe must look for an indication of theirpotential progress. Two virtues standout conspicuous. They are (despite theirsuperstitious fears) a happy, laughter-lov-ing folk, with a keen sense of the ridiculous.And, trained as they are in communitylife, their instinct teaches them to sharewith others any good thing that theypossess. We may add to this a capacityfor faithfulness, of which a story musthere be told :— Some little while ago, writes the^ The Carpentarian.
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AN AUSTRALIAN ABORIGINAL S HOME The Aboriginals 189 Bishop of Carpentaria, I was travellingwith a white stockman in a very lonelyand desolate part of Australia, 400 milesfrom the nearest township. We had beenriding for some days among the mountains,and were returning back to the river fromwhich we started. The white man, whowas supposed to be my guide, had thehaziest idea of the direction, and was trust-ing entirely to his black boy, who wasriding ahead, and who knew little moreof the country than he did. Suddenlythe boy stopped and remarked, mebushed . The white man flew into afurious passion, called the boy every namehe could think of, and said that only mypresence prevented him from dragginghim off his horse and flogging him untilhe could not stand ; then he went on totell me that the black fellow was thestupidest, idlest, most useless being onthe face of the earth, and went on to hintthat he did not know why God created abeing who was so utterly good-for-noth-ing. I waited until h

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