“hold on, you hearim, that one bin yabber English.” the brothers halted and listened.  Sure enough they distinctly heard the savages shouting excitedly “Alico, Franco, Dzoco, Johnnie, Toby, tobacco, and other English words.  It was now evident that they had met with friendly natives, who were acquainted with the Settlement, so they went forward and spoke to them.  The blacks still continued to shout their shibboleth, pointing to Somerset, which they called “Kaieeby.”  After taking a rough inventory of the camp, without, however, finding anything that could have come from the Settlement, they started two of the most intelligent in front of them, making them understand by signs, that they wanted to be guided by the shortest route to Cape York.  This they had no difficulty in doing, for they were by far the most intelligent blacks they had met with.  The whole party now started forward, the sable guides piloting them over the best ground.  In about 7 miles they arrived at a shallow salt-water creek, that empties itself into a northern inlet of Newcastle Bay.  Here they met with a large body of unarmed blacks, who after making a great many signs, came up and presented them with some spears and wommerahs, which they had concealed in the mangroves, possibly as an earnest of peace.  They also brought them a villainous compound, in some dilly-bags, a mixture of mangrove-roots and berries, pounded up into a pulp, of a yellowish color.  Although it was very disagreeable to the taste, the travellers eat of it in token of confidence in their hosts, or rather to make them believe that they trusted them, for they were too well acquainted with the aboriginal nature to trust them in reality, and kept a wary though unobserved watch.  The tide being in, and it being very late when the salt-water creek was reached, the Brothers determined to camp with their newly-made friends at their main camp, and accordingly followed them for about two miles, when they again hit the salt creek.  Here three large canoes were moored to the mangroves, the largest was about 28 feet long, and 30 inches wide, cut out of the solid butt of some large tree, and very neatly finished.  The tent was pitched, but not made much use of, for after dark the travellers left it and camped separately, each keeping vigilant watch all night.  The natives spent it very differently, and, whether in honor of the whites, or in anticipation of picking their bones (it might have been either) they held high corroboree till about midnight, keeping up a fearful din, in which two large drums formed a prominent part.  The name of this kind of drum is “Waropa” or “Burra Burra,” and it is procured in barter or war from the Islanders of Torres Straits, who frequently visit the continent.  It is neatly made of a solid piece of wood scooped out, in shape like an elongated dice box.  One end is covered with the skin of a snake or iguana, the other being left open.  When this instrument is played upon by a muscular and excited “nigger,”