The Magic Pudding. Norman Lindsay

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       Norman Lindsay

      The Magic Pudding

      Fantastic Adventures of a Koala, a Sailor and a Penguin

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      2019 OK Publishing

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      This is a frontways view of Bunyip Bluegum and his Uncle Wattleberry. At a glance you can see what a fine, round, splendid fellow Bunyip Bluegum is, without me telling you. At a second glance you can see that the Uncle is more square than round, and that his face has whiskers on it.

      Looked at sideways you can still see what a splendid fellow Bunyip is, though you can only see one of his Uncle's whiskers.

      Observed from behind, however, you completely lose sight of the whiskers, and so fail to realize how immensely important they are.

      In fact, these very whiskers were the chief cause of Bunyip's leaving home to see the world, for, as he often said to himself —

      'Whiskers alone are bad enough

       Attached to faces coarse and rough;

       But how much greater their offence is

       When stuck on Uncles' countenances.'

      The plain truth was that Bunyip and his Uncle lived in a small house in a tree, and there was no room for the whiskers. What was worse, the whiskers were red, and they blew about in the wind, and Uncle Wattleberry would insist on bringing them to the dinner table with him, where they got in the soup.

      Bunyip Bluegum was a tidy bear, and he objected to whisker soup, so he was forced to eat his meals outside, which was awkward, and besides, lizards came and borrowed his soup.

      His Uncle refused to listen to reason on the subject of his whiskers. It was quite useless giving him hints, such as presents of razors, and scissors, and boxes of matches to burn them off. On such occasions he would remark —

      'Shaving may add an air that's somewhat brisker,

       For dignity, commend me to the whisker.'

      Or, when more deeply moved, he would exclaim —

      'As noble thoughts the inward being grace,

       So noble whiskers dignify the face.'

      Prayers and entreaties to remove the whiskers being of no avail, Bunyip decided to leave home without more ado.

      The trouble was that he couldn't make up his mind whether to be a Traveller or a Swagman. You can't go about the world being nothing, but if you are a traveller you have to carry a bag, while if you are a swagman you have to carry a swag, and the question is: Which is the heavier?

      At length he decided to put the matter before Egbert Rumpus Bumpus, the poet, and ask his advice. He found Egbert busy writing poems on a slate. He was so busy that he only had time to sing out —

      'Don't interrupt the poet, friend,

       Until his poem's at an end.'

      and went on writing harder than ever. He wrote all down one side of the slate and all up the other, and then remarked —

      'As there's no time to finish that,

       The time has come to have our chat.

       Be quick, my friend, your business state,

       Before I take another slate.'

      'The fact is,' said the Bunyip, 'I have decided to see the world, and I cannot make up my mind whether to be a Traveller or a Swagman. Which would you advise?'

      Then said the Poet —

      'As you've no bags it's plain to see

       A traveller you cannot be;

       And as a swag you haven't either

       You cannot be a swagman neither.

       For travellers must carry bags,

       And swagmen have to hump their swags

       Like bottle-ohs or ragmen.

       As you have neither swag nor bag

       You must remain a simple wag,

       And not a swag- or bagman.'

      'Dear me,' said Bunyip Bluegum, 'I never thought of that. What must I do in order to see the world without carrying swags or bags?'

      The Poet thought deeply, put on his eyeglass, and said impressively —

      'Take my advice, don't carry bags,

       For bags are just as bad as swags;

       They're never made to measure.

       To see the world, your simple trick

       Is but to take a walking-stick —

       Assume an air of pleasure,

       And tell the people near and far

       You stroll about because you are

       A Gentleman of Leisure.'

      'You have solved the problem,' said Bunyip Bluegum, and, wringing his friend's hand, he ran straight home, took his Uncle's walking-stick, and assuming an air of pleasure, set off to see the world.

      He found a great many things to see, such as dandelions, and ants, and traction engines, and bolting horses, and furniture being removed, besides being kept busy raising his hat, and passing the time of day with people on the road, for he was a very well-bred young fellow, polite in his manners, graceful in his attitudes, and able to converse on a great variety of subjects, having read all the best Australian poets.

      Unfortunately,