Ten Canoes Page #3

to visit these lands.

Maybe he had a sacred waterhole there.

I don't know anymore,

the story is too old.

But that stranger had not signalled

that he was coming.

He had the smell of someone

very dangerous.

See how his prick is covered?

Maybe it's a small one.

Never trust a man with a small prick.

The stranger spoke language

Ridjimiraril could not understand very well.

Me says...

...he came from the stone country

to trade objects,

objects of sorcery!

When they knew this stranger

was part of magic,

the bones of the men were shaking.

They did not trust the stranger

with the covered prick.

He was not carrying anything to trade.

Now you can see

the canoes are nearly done.

Only one bark is left to do.

Now Dayindi can learn

what happened with his ancestors.

Some of the ancients

wanted to kill this stranger

but Ridjimiraril didn't want to start a war.

The stranger was given food,

to show respect.

Soon he would be gone,

but the bad feelings about him

stayed behind.

Far away, the sorcerer

was listening in his mind.

He heard the men talking

about that stranger.

The sorcerer came through the bush

to the men.

He made them listen to him.

He warned them about the magic.

I hope he doesn't find your sh*t.

It's not wise to leave sh*t

just lying there...

... a sorcerer can do things with it.

When the branches rub in the wind,

it makes a sore throat.

Soon you'll feel like

you're being choked to death.

Do you feel pain in your throat?

I don't. Mow about you?

Be careful...

...that stranger...

...doesn't burn your sh*t.

What'd happen if he cooked my turd?

Whoever laid the turd

will get a bloated belly,

blow up,

and eventually die.

Sick and dying.

Morrible stomach aches.

This is not good.

We'll have to watch out.

Worse than dying...

...that stranger could try to steal your soul.

And worst of all,

your soul could be stolen,

without you knowing about it.

Me's probably lurking out there now!

Waiting for a soul.

We better look after one another.

It could be too late.

One of your souls

might already be stolen.

Then that sorcerer got himself ready.

He looked all round the camp.

He looked everywhere for any magic

that stranger left behind.

After a long time he was finished.

All is well...

...the camp is safe.

Safe.

The men are happy to go on the swamp.

It's hard for Dayindi...

it's his first time to pole the canoe.

!no emoC

To the geese!

Listen to the men honking like geese...

Dayindi, scared of crocodiles...

At first, nothing bad happened to Ridjimiraril

and his people after the stranger left.

Life for the ancient ancestors

passed as it always did.

Ridjimiraril's wives behaved

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