He got the woolly-head by the middle, and away he went, the poor devil, head, shoulders, and arms out of the water all the time, screeching in a heart-rending way.
While I was busy arguing and persuading the woolly-headed cannibals to come and labor on the Queensland plantations Otoo kept watch.
This was too much for the woolly-heads. While they scrambled for the treasures, the boat was shoved clear, and we were aboard and forty feet away.
The woolly-heads made a run for me, each with a long-handled, fantail tomahawk with which to hack off my head.
The custom of the woolly-heads of burying their dead in the sea did not tend to discourage the sharks from making the adjacent waters a hangout.
I was just hailing for a boat when one of the woolly-heads began to scream.
In the grass-thatched barracks nearly two hundred woolly-headed
man-eaters slept off the weariness of the day's toil, though several lifted their heads to listen to the curses of one who cursed the white man who never slept.
On a rough bench in the corner, a couple of woolly-headed
boys, with glistening black eyes and fat shining cheeks, were busy in superintending the first walking operations of the baby, which, as is usually the case, consisted in getting up on its feet, balancing a moment, and then tumbling down,--each successive failure being violently cheered, as something decidedly clever.
"Never mind the postage, but write every day, you dear darling," said the impetuous and woolly-headed
, but generous and affectionate Miss Swartz; and the orphan little Laura Martin (who was just in round-hand), took her friend's hand and said, looking up in her face wistfully, "Amelia, when I write to you I shall call you Mamma." All which details, I have no doubt, JONES, who reads this book at his Club, will pronounce to be excessively foolish, trivial, twaddling, and ultra-sentimental.
A little native boy scuttled away - as black as night, woolly-headed
, and shiny; he had crept up unknown to look with fearful eyes upon the wonderful white strangers.
Some people think the woolly-heads
are miserable, working on hot plantations under a broiling sun--and all such sorts of inconveniences.
I'm sick to death of the scenario where, every time a kid gets mauled, some woolly-head
pops up saying: "But these dogs are just pets."