Evening closed in without any signs of Captain Barker’s return, or any circumstance by which Mr. Kent could confirm his fears that he had fallen into the hands of the natives.  For, whether it was that the tribe which had shown such decided hostility to me when on the coast had not observed the party, none made their appearance; and if I except two, who crossed the channel when Mr. Kent was in search of wood, they had neither seen nor heard any; and Captain Barker’s enterprising disposition being well known to his men, hopes were still entertained that he was safe.  A large fire was kindled, and the party formed a silent and anxious group around it.  Soon after night-fall, however, their attention was roused by the sounds of the natives, and it was at length discovered, that they had lighted a chain of small fires between the sand-hill Captain Barker had ascended and the opposite side of the channel, around which their women were chanting their melancholy dirge.  It struck upon the ears of the listeners with an ominous thrill, and assured them of the certainty of the irreparable loss they had sustained.  All night did those dismal sounds echo along that lonely shore, but as morning dawned, they ceased, and Mr. Kent and his companions were again left in anxiety and doubt.  They, at length, thought it most advisable to proceed to the schooner to advise with Doctor Davies.  They traversed the beach with hasty steps, but did not get on board till the following day.  It was then determined to procure assistance from the sealers on Kangaroo Island, as the only means by which they could ascertain their leader’s fate, and they accordingly entered American Harbour.  For a certain reward, one of the men agreed to accompany Mr. Kent to the main with a native woman, to communicate with the tribe that was supposed to have killed him.  They landed at or near the rocky point of Encounter Bay, where they were joined by two other natives, one of whom was blind.  The woman was sent forward for intelligence, and on her return gave the following details: 

Account of his murder.

It appears that at a very considerable distance from the first sand-hill, there is another to which Captain Barker must have walked, for the woman stated that three natives were going to the shore from their tribe, and that they crossed his tract.  Their quick perception immediately told them it was an unusual impression.  They followed upon it, and saw Captain Barker returning.  They hesitated for a long time to approach him, being fearful of the instrument he carried.  At length, however, they closed upon him.  Capt.  Barker tried to soothe them, but finding that they were determined to attack him, he made for the water from which he could not have been very distant.  One of the blacks immediately threw his spear and struck him in the hip.  This did not, however, stop him.  He got among the breakers, when he received the second spear in the shoulder.