Half instinctively, but without motive, I refrained from mentioning that the ruler of the British Empire was A WOMAN, but this admission dropped from me accidentally one day, and then--what a falling off was there! I instantly recognised the mistake I had made from the contemptuous glances of my blacks.And although Ihastened to say that she was a mighty chieftainess, upon whose dominions the sun never set; and that she was actually the direct ruler of the blacks themselves, they repudiated her with scorn, and contemned me for singing the praises of a mere woman.I had to let this unfortunate matter drop for a time, but the subject was ever present in my mind, and I wondered how I could retrieve my position (and her Majesty's) without eating my words.At length one day Yamba and I came across a curious rugged limestone region, which was full of caves.Whilst exploring these we came upon a huge, flat, precipitous surface of rock, and then--how or why, I know not--the idea suddenly occurred to me to DRAW A GIGANTIC PORTRAITOF HER MOST GRACIOUS MAJESTY QUEEN VICTORIA! At this period, Ishould mention, I was a recognised chief, and periodically--once every new moon--I gave a kind of reception to my people, and also to the neighbouring tribes.At this interesting function I would always contrive to have some new wonder to unfold.My visitors never outstayed their welcome, and I always managed to have an abundance of food for them.
Well, I came upon the cave region a few weeks after my unfortunate blunder about the Queen; and I determined to have my great portrait ready for the next reception day.Taking some blocks of stone of handy size, I first wetted the surface of the rock and then commenced to rub it, until I had a pretty smooth face to work upon.
This took some time, but whilst I was doing it Yamba got ready the necessary charcoal sticks and pigments such as the blacks decorate themselves with at corroborees.I had a slight knowledge of drawing, and climbing up on some projecting stones I commenced to draw in bold, sweeping outline, what I venture to describe as the most extraordinary portrait of Queen Victoria on record.The figure, which was in profile, was perhaps seven feet or eight feet high, and of more than equally extravagant proportions in other respects.Of course, the figure had to be represented entirely without clothing, otherwise the blacks would simply have been puzzled.Now to describe the portrait as much in detail as I dare.
The crown was composed of rare feathers such as only a redoubtable and cunning hunter could obtain; and it included feathers of the lyre-bird and emu.The sceptre was a stupendous gnarled waddy or club, such as could be used with fearful execution amongst one's enemies.The nose was very large, because this among the blacks indicates great endurance; whilst the biceps were abnormally developed.In fact, I gave her Majesty as much muscle as would serve for half-a-dozen professional pugilists or "strong men." The stomach was much distended, and when I state this fact I am sure it will excite much curiosity as to the reason why.
Well, as the stomach is practically the greatest deity these savages know, and as food is often very hard to obtain, they argue that a person with a very full stomach must necessarily be a daring and skilful hunter, otherwise he would not be able to get much food to put into it.
This extraordinary portrait was finally daubed and decorated with brilliant pigments and glaring splashes of yellow, red, and blue.
I also used a kind of vivid red dye obtained from the sap of a certain creeper which was bruised between heavy stones.I spent perhaps a week or a fortnight on this drawing (I could not give all day to it, of course); and the only persons who knew of its existence were my own children and women-folk.After the completion of the great portrait, I went away, and waited impatiently for my next reception day.When the wonder-loving blacks were again before me I told them that I had a remarkable picture of the great British Queen to show them, and then, full of anticipation and childish delight, they trooped after me to the spot where I had drawn the great picture on the rocks.It is no exaggeration to say that the crowd of cannibals stood and squatted in front of my handiwork simply speechless with amazement.
Eventually they burst out into cries of wonderment, making curious guttural sounds with their lips, and smacking their thighs in token of their appreciation.I pointed out every detail--the immense size of the great Queen, and the various emblems of her power; and at last, stepping back from the rock, I sang "God save the Queen,"the beautiful national hymn of Great Britain, which I had learned from the two ill-fated girls, and which, you will remember, has the same air as that of a Swiss song.
The general effect not merely removed any bad impression that might have been created with regard to my damaging admission about the sex of the great ruler; it more than re-established me in my old position, and I followed up my success by assuring them that her Majesty included in her retinue of servants a greater number of persons than was represented in the whole tribe before me.
Furthermore, I assured them that whilst the mountain home I had built was very large (judged by their standard), the house of Queen Victoria was big enough to hold a whole nation of blacks.
