The water on the surface here was bitter, and I had not been able to find any good, but these little imps of iniquity took my tin billy, scratched a hole in the sand, and immediately procured delicious water; so I got them to help to water the horses.  I asked the elder boy, whom I christened Tommy, if he would come along with me and the yarramans; of these they seemed very fond, as they began kissing while helping to water them.  Tommy then found a word or two of English, and said, “You master?” The natives always like to know who they are dealing with, whether a person is a master or a servant.  I replied, “Yes, mine master.”  He then said, “Mine (him) ridem yarraman.”  “Oh, yes.”  “Which one?” “That one,” said I, pointing to old Cocky, and said, “That’s Cocky.”  Then the boy went up to the horse, and said, “Cocky, you ridem me?” Turning to me, he said, “All right, master, you and me Burr-r-r-r-r.”  I was very well pleased to think I should get such a nice little fellow so easily.  It was now near evening, and knowing that these youngsters couldn’t possibly be very far from their fathers or mothers, I asked, “Where black fellow?” Tommy said, quite nonchalantly, “Black fellow come up!” and presently I heard voices, and saw a whole host of men, women, and children.  Then these three boys set up a long squeaky harangue to the others, and three or four men and five or six boys came running up to me.  One was a middle-aged, good-looking man; with him were two boys, and Tommy gave me to understand that these were his father and brothers.  The father drew Tommy towards him, and ranged his three boys in a row, and when I looked at them, it was impossible to doubt their relationship—­they were all three so wonderfully alike.  Dozens more men, boys, and women came round—­some of the girls being exceedingly pretty.  To feed so large a host, would have required all my horses as well as my stock of rations, so I singled out Tommy, his two brothers, and the other original little two, at the same time, giving Tommy’s father about half a damper I had already cooked, and told him that Tommy was my boy.  He shook his head slowly, and would not accept the damper, walking somewhat sorrowfully away.  However, I sent it to him by Tommy, and told him to tell his father he was going with me and the horses.  The damper was taken that time.  It did not rain, and the five youngsters all slept near me, while the tribe encamped a hundred yards away.  I was not quite sure whether to expect an attack from such a number of natives.  I did not feel quite at ease; though these were, so to say, civilised people, they were known to be great thieves; and I never went out of sight of my belongings, as in many cases the more civilised they are, the more villainous they may be.  In the morning Tommy’s father seemed to have thought better of my proposal, thinking probably it was a good thing for one of his boys to have a white master.  I may say nearly all the civilised youngsters, and a good many old