Red flowering gums flared crimson when salmon flew in silver swathes along the coast. With fires on the beach and a sticktapping clever-man, Mineng sang the dolphins in. An old linguist who was really a Count wrote all about this. Twertwaning; ‘old past dogs’ were dolphins who worked with the people. Dogs of the past drove the salmon right up to the lacy waters’ edge to be speared and gathered. Dogs of the past gobbled a warm meal of regurgitated pilchards for their efforts like kelpies falling on chop bones.