This clip starts approximately 14 minutes into the documentary.
This black-and-white clip from a travelogue on Lord Howe Island features scenes of a rat hunt for a ‘sixpence a tail’ bounty. Filmmaker Frank Hurley’s animated narration and his plays on words add humour to footage that provides detailed observations of a rat hunt by two women and their dogs as well as close-ups of two men counting bundles of tails and entering the tallies in a ledger. The final shots show the tails being incinerated to prevent recounting.
Two women carrying small axes wander down through a beautiful forest with a bunch of excited small dogs running ahead. They come across a hollowed out log and the dogs swarm excitedly around it. The two women prepare a fire at one end of the log.
Frank Hurley, narrator Now, come and let us follow on the heels of these charming Dianas and their dogs. Now, how would you like to be a rat, especially as each tail secured carries a reward of sixpence? Tally ho, tally ho, tally ho! Yoicks, yoicks, yoicks, yoicks. Rats, rats, rats, rats, rats. Aha! Some wily rodent have concealed themselves in this log! But the foxies have smelt a rat, and the Dianas are pretty hot on the scent too. A warm reception awaits at the front door, and a real Dante’s inferno is being prepared at the back.
One of the woman fans the smoke at the other end of the log as the dogs keep watch at the end while the other woman catches the escaping rats. The two women promptly cut the tails of the rats of with their axes.
Frank Hurley, narrator Old Nick is keeping watch. The ladies of Lord Howe evidently enjoy a good smoke. The more deadly and fumid, the better. And so do the dogs. There’s a musky whiff in that nip that tells Nick the inhabitants of that log cabin are growing pretty desperate. Now, watch this as closely as the foxies. They’re going to make a dash. Get ready, Nick, old chap. Now, they’re coming out. Here they come. No, not this time. They’ve doubled back again. Now, watch very, very closely. Well caught, Nick. Worthy of Oldfield. Two at a bite. No rat can escape the lightning alertness of these foxies or the foxy alertness of these fast women. Trapped twixt foxies and flame, the refugees prefer the lethal chamber. Now, what lady in my audience would do this, for even the reward of a rat’s tail? Evidently, there’s another tail-ender in the woodpile, and it hasn’t got even the third of a dog’s chance. A few hollow death knocks and the game is up, or rather, the game falls down. Yes, another prize, another tail, another sixpence. (sings) Did you ever see such a sight in your life, cutting off tails with a carving knife of five blind mice. Now I will show you to what stern purpose these tails are put.
The scene cuts to two ‘executives’ sitting around smoking and tallying up the tails in clumps of ten into match boxes and the number credited in a journal.
Frank Hurley, narrator Tenderly packed and addressed, each hunter’s catch is tallied by the island executives. To assist counting, tails in tens are clamped in matchboxes. The matches have been removed lest the smouldering aroma – pooh! – might explode. Anyhow, I suppose these hard times, one cannot afford to sniff at even a rat’s tail. So many tails representing so many sixpences are credited to the ratters in this journal. To avoid further possible re-tailing, the boxes of tricks are tipped into the incinerator, and here you see the monthly average of 2,400 stumps going up in smoke. Why, it even excels Bradman’s average.