To Captain Doc Murray, one of the best, blackbirding whitey boys.
We will build it together my
earthly presence and those lost souls of the Carl incident of 1872, for which you were tried for mass murder. It will be in the same town, not only of that first great house, but also of the trial. Well, Clayton's trial that is, the trial you're having, when you're not having a trial. Why--the good folk of old Sydney town soon saw to that. They so quickly and conveniently forgot their own heritage of chains--rioting in the streets at the very suggestion of a European--white man--being brought to book over such a business--and black pagans.
Back to our monument.
Of course we will call upon the advice of 959,000 other heavenly spirits--that being the said difference between the population of these isles in 1801 and 1935. Clear one million, down to forty-one thousand. Not a bad score, without really trying. Oh, the odd entrapment and massacre of …