Sam s YearChapter 2 On the Murray
Sam lazed about for a day. People greeted him, he greeted them. They knew he wasn’t a tourist – he had no camera. They were aware that men like Paul acknowledged him. He was offered food and thanked them for it. On the second morning, Paul approached him: “Have you rested from your trip, Sam Bunjil?” “Yes, thank you, Paul.” “Would you view the canoe-bark trees?” “Very much.” “There is a tour and a talk today. The Aussies won’t understand what you are doing. But you may ask...