That evening as dusk fell, we literally stumbled right upon the sacred site that was to be the key to the success of our adventure. What a queer and sudden forboding came upon us!
The sun had set only moments ago, and as rosy dusk eased away the bright blue sky, and the white corellas screeched among the trees, all five of us were in a fatigued trance. We stood in a wide, grassy clearing, and by the sound of frogs we knew that water was not too far away.
There it was – the Challicum Bunyip – the legend of Fiery Creek. Or rather – the very spot where the mystical beast is said to have perished.
Few people had ever come there, since it was discovered nearly fifteen years previously.
“Djapwurrong.” Mused Old Uncle.
“Pardon me?” I rejoined.
“The black men are from Djapwurrong clan. Every
