state of the still, I determined to use every effort
for its recovery: but I was truly at a loss how
to find it; for the waters of the river were extremely
turbid. In this dilemma, the blacks would have
been of the most essential service, but they were far
behind us, so that we had to depend on our own exertions
alone. I directed the whale-boat to be moored
over the place where the accident had happened, and
then used the oars on either side of her, to feel along
the bottom of the river, in hopes that by these means
we should strike upon the articles we had lost.
However unlikely such a measure was to prove successful,
we recovered in the course of the afternoon, every
thing but the still-head, and a cask of paint.
Whenever the oar struck against the substance that
appeared, by its sound or feel to belong to us, it
was immediately pushed into the sand, and the upper
end of the oar being held by two men, another descended
by it to the bottom of the river, remaining under
water as long as he could, to ascertain what was immediately
within arm’s length of him. This work was,
as may be imagined, most laborious, and the men at
length became much exhausted. They would not,
however, give up the search for the still head, more
especially after M’Leay, in diving, had descended
upon it. Had he, by ascertaining his position,
left it to us to heave it up, our labours would soon
have ended; but, in his anxiety for its recovery,
he tried to bring it up, when finding it too heavy,
he let it go, and the current again swept it away.
At sunset. we were obliged to relinquish our task,
the men complaining of violent head-aches, which the
nature of the day increased. Thinking our own
efforts would be unavailing, I directed two of the
men to go up the river for the blacks, at day-light
in the morning, and set the reeds on fire to attract
their notice. The day had been cloudy and sultry
in the afternoon, the clouds collecting in the N.E.:
we heard the distant thunder, and expected to have
been deluged with rain. None, however, fell,
although we were anxious for moisture to change the
oppressive state of the atmosphere. The fire
I had kindled raged behind us, and threw dense columns
of smoke into the sky, that cast over the landscape
a shade of the most dismal gloom. We were not
in a humour to admire the picturesque, but soon betook
ourselves to rest, and after such a day of labour as
that we had undergone, I dispensed with the night
guard.
Pilfering of natives.
In the morning we resumed our search for the still
head, which Hopkinson at length fortunately struck
with his oar. It had been swept considerably
below the place at which M’Leay had dived, or
we should most probably have found it sooner.
With its recovery, all our fatigues were at once forgotten,
and I ordered the breakfast to be got ready preparatory
to our reloading the skiff. Fraser and Mulholland,
who had left the camp at daylight, had not yet returned.