When the southern branch of Broken Bay was first visited, the getting round the headland that separates the branches, was attended with some difficulty, on account of very heavy squalls of wind, accompanied with rain.  An attempt was made to land, where there proved not to be sufficient water for the boat.  During this transaction, an old man and a youth were standing on the rocks where the boat was trying to approach.  Having seen how much our men had laboured to get under land, they were very solicitous to point out the deepest water.  Afterwards they brought fire, and seemed willing to render any service in their power.  Two of the officers suffered themselves to be conducted by the old man to a cave at some distance, but declined going in, though he invited them by all the signs he could invent.  This was rather unfortunate, as the rain was falling very violently, and the cave was found next day sufficiently large to have sheltered the whole party.  The old man certainly took great pains to make this understood, but the motive of his earnestness unluckily was mistaken, and his visitors suffered for their suspicions.  He afterwards assisted in clearing away the bushes, and making preparations for the party to sleep on shore, and next morning was rewarded with presents for his very friendly behaviour.  Two days afterwards, when Governor Phillip returned to the same spot, the old man met him with a dance and a song of joy.  His son was with him, and several of the natives; a hatchet was given them and other presents; and as the Governor was to return next day to Port Jackson, it was hoped that the friendship thus begun, and so studiously cultivated, would have continued firm.  But as soon as it was dark, the old man stole a spade, and was caught with it in his hand.  Governor Phillip thought it necessary, on this occasion, to shew some tokens of displeasure, and therefore when the delinquent approached, he gave him two or three slight slaps on the shoulder, and then pushed him away, at the same time pointing to the spade.  This gentle chastisement at once destroyed their friendship.  The old man immediately seized a spear, and coming close up to the Governor, poized it, and seemed determined to strike.  But seeing that his threats were disregarded, (for his antagonist chose rather to risk the effects of his anger than to fire upon him) or perhaps dissuaded by something the other natives said, in a few moments he dropped the spear and went away.  It was impossible not to be struck with the courage displayed by him on this occasion, for Governor Phillip at the time was not alone, but had several officers and men about him.  From this and other similar events, personal bravery appears to be a quality in which the natives of New South Wales are not by any means deficient.  The old man returned the next morning with many other natives, but, in order to convince him of his fault, he was less noticed than his companions, who were presented with hatchets and various other articles.