ABSTRACT
Before I was born out of my mother, generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it. For it the nebula cohered to an orb, The long slow strata piled to rest on it, Vast vegetables gave it sustenance, Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care, All forces have been steadily employed to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul. Walt Whitman W. E. Roth is responsible for the account of the procreative beliefs of the native tribes of North Queensland which follows here. 1
