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Unlike
the
general
tendency
of
ethnic
groups
in
Australia
to
scatter
and
become
purely
Australian
,
the
various
nationalities
in
the
North
Queensland
peninsula
tended
to
preserve
their
traditions
fiercely
:
the
Chinese
,
the
Italians
,
the
Germans
and
the
Scots-Irish
,
these
four
groups
making
up
the
bulk
of
the
population
.
And
when
the
Scots
threw
a
ceilidh
every
Scot
for
miles
attended
.
To
Meggie
's
astonishment
,
Luke
and
Arne
were
wearing
kilts
,
looking
,
she
thought
when
she
got
her
breath
back
,
absolutely
magnificent
.
Nothing
is
more
masculine
on
a
masculine
man
than
kilt
,
for
it
swings
with
a
long
clean
stride
in
a
flurry
of
pleats
behind
and
stays
perfectly
still
in
front
,
the
sporran
like
a
loin
guard
,
and
below
the
mid-knee
hem
strong
fine
legs
in
diamond
checkered
hose
,
buckled
shoes
.
It
was
far
too
hot
to
wear
the
plaid
and
the
jacket
;
they
had
contented
themselves
with
white
shirts
open
halfway
down
their
chests
,
sleeves
rolled
up
above
their
elbows
.
"
What
's
a
ceilidh
anyway
?
"
she
asked
as
they
set
off
.
"
It
's
Gaelic
for
a
gathering
,
a
shindig
.
"
"
Why
on
earth
are
you
wearing
kilts
?
"
"
We
wo
n't
be
let
in
unless
we
are
,
and
we
're
well
known
at
all
the
ceilidhs
between
Bris
and
Cairns
.
"
"
Are
you
now
?
I
imagine
you
must
indeed
go
to
quite
a
few
,
otherwise
I
ca
n't
see
Luke
outlaying
money
for
a
kilt
.
Is
n't
that
so
,
Arne
?
"
"
A
man
's
got
to
have
some
relaxation
,
"
said
Luke
,
a
little
defensively
.
The
ceilidh
was
being
held
in
a
barnlike
shack
falling
to
rack
and
ruin
down
in
the
midst
of
the
mangrove
swamps
festering
about
the
mouth
of
the
Dungloe
River
.
Oh
,
what
a
country
this
was
for
smells
!
Meggie
thought
in
despair
,
her
nose
twitching
to
yet
another
indescribably
disgusting
aroma
.
Molasses
,
mildew
,
dunnies
,
and
now
mangroves
.
All
the
rotting
effluvia
of
the
seashore
rolled
into
one
smell
.
Sure
enough
,
every
man
arriving
at
the
shed
wore
a
kilt
;
as
they
went
in
and
she
looked
around
,
Meggie
understood
how
drab
a
peahen
must
feel
when
dazzled
by
the
vivid
gorgeousness
of
her
mate
.
The
women
were
overshadowed
into
near
nonexistence
,
an
impression
which
the
later
stages
of
the
evening
only
sharpened
.
