At This Time A Fine
Water-Hole Was At Hand, And Invited Us To Stop And Make Our Luncheon On
Dried Beef And A Pot Of Tea.
Whilst I was preparing the tea, Brown went
to shoot pigeons; and, whilst thus employed, he was surprised by
The
cooee of a Blackfellow; and, on looking round, he saw one on the opposite
bank of the creek making signs to him, as if to ask in what direction we
were going. Brown pointed down the creek; the black then gave him to
understand that he was going upward to join his wife. We started about
half-an-hour afterwards, and met with him, about two miles up the creek,
with his wife, his daughter, and his son. He was a fine old man, but he,
as well as his family, were excessively frightened; they left all their
things at the fire, as if offering them to us, but readily accepted two
pigeons, which had been shot by Brown. We asked them for water (yarrai)
which, according to what we could understand from their signs, was
plentiful lower down the creek. In returning homewards we cut off
considerable angles of the creek, and passed through a much finer and
more open country. On its left bank we passed a scrub creek containing
magnificent lagoons. At my arrival in the camp, I was informed that
natives had been close at hand, although none had showed themselves.
Jan. 8. - I moved my camp about eight miles to the northward, and halted
at a fine water-hole in a scrub creek joining Comet Creek.
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