nor could we get enough out with a bucket.  There was plenty of water in the holes above, and as it was all bare rock we set to work, some of the natives assisting, to bale the water out of some of the upper holes and splash it over the rocks into the lower.  The weather was very hot, and some of the old men sat or lay down quite at their ease in our shade.  The odours that exude from the persons of elderly black gentlemen, especially those not addicted to the operation of bathing, would scarcely remind one of the perfumes of Araby the Blest, or Australia Felix either, therefore I ordered these intruders out.  Thereupon they became very saucy and disagreeable, and gave me to understand that this was their country and their water—­carpee—­and after they had spoken in low guttural tones to some of the younger men, the latter departed.  Of course I knew what this meant; they were to signal for and collect, all the tribe for an attack.  I could read this purpose in their glances.  I have had so much to do with these Australian peoples that, although I cannot speak all their languages—­for nearly every ten miles a totally different one may be used—­yet a good deal of the language of several tribes is familiar to me, and all their gestures speak to me in English.  I could at any rate now see that mischief was brewing.  Near sundown we spread a large tarpaulin on the ground to lay our blankets, rugs, etc., to sleep on.  When I had arranged my bed, several old men standing close by, the master-fiend, deliberately threw himself down on my rugs.  I am rather particular about my rugs and bedding, and this highly though disagreeably perfumed old reptile, all greasy with rotten fat, lying down on and soiling them, slightly annoyed me; and not pretending to be a personification of sweetness and light, I think I annoyed him a great deal more, for I gave him as good a thrashing with a stick as he ever received, and he went away spitting at us, bubbling over with wrath and profanity, and called all the tribe after him, threatening us with the direst retribution.  They all went to the west, howling, yelling, and calling to one another.

Young Verney Edwards was always most anxious to get a lot of natives’ spears and other weapons, and I said, “Now, Verney, here’s a chance for you.  You see the blacks have cleared out to the west, now if you go up the foot of the hill to the east, the first big bushy tree you see, you will find it stuck thick with spears.  You can have them all if you like.  But,” I added, “it’s just suppertime now, you had better have supper first.”  “Oh no,” he said, “I’ll go and get them at once if you think they are there,” and away he went.  I was expecting the enemy to return, and we had all our firearms in readiness alongside of us on the tarpaulin where we sat down to supper.  I had a cartridge-pouch full of cartridges close to my tin plate, and my rifle lay alongside also.  Jimmy Fitz, Perkins, Billy the black boy, and I, had