up the creek.  They appeared to feel great compassion for me when they understood that I was alone on the creek, and gave me plenty to eat.  After being four days with them, I saw that they were becoming tired of me, and they made signs that they were going up the creek and that I had better go downwards; but I pretended not to understand them.  The same day they shifted camp, and I followed them, and on reaching their camp I shot some crows, which pleased them so much that they made me a breakwind in the centre of their camp, and came and sat round me until such time as the crows were cooked, when they assisted me to eat them.  The same day one of the women, to whom I had given part of a crow, came and gave me a ball of nardoo, saying that she would give me more only she had such a sore arm that she was unable to pound.  She showed me a sore on her arm, and the thought struck me that I would boil some water in the billy and wash her arm with a sponge.  During the operation, the whole tribe sat round and were muttering one to another.  Her husband sat down by her side, and she was crying all the time.  After I had washed it, I touched it with some nitrate of silver, when she began to yell, and ran off, crying out “Mokow!  Mokow!” (Fire!  Fire!).  From this time, she and her husband used to give me a small quantity of nardoo both night and morning, and whenever the tribe was about going on a fishing excursion he used to give me notice to go with them.  They also used to assist me in making a wurley or breakwind whenever they shifted camp.  I generally shot a crow or a hawk, and gave it to them in return for these little services.  Every four or five days the tribe would surround me and ask whether I intended going up or down the creek; at last I made them understand that if they went up I should go up the creek, and if they went down I should also go down; and from this time they seemed to look upon me as one of themselves, and supplied me with fish and nardoo regularly:  they were very anxious, however, to know where Mr. Burke lay, and one day when we were fishing in the waterholes close by, I took them to the spot.  On seeing his remains, the whole party wept bitterly, and covered them with bushes.  After this, they were much kinder to me than before, and I always told them that the white men would be here before two moons; and in the evening when they came with nardoo and fish they used to talk about the “white-fellows” coming, at the same time pointing to the moon.  I also told them they would receive many presents, and they constantly asked me for tomahawks, called by them “Bomay Ko.”  From this time to when the relief party arrived, a period of about a month, they treated me with uniform kindness, and looked upon me as one of themselves.  The day on which I was released, one of the tribe who had been fishing came and told me that the “white fellows,” were coming, and the whole of the tribe who were then in camp sallied out in every direction to meet the party, while the man who had brought the news took me over the creek, where I shortly saw the party coming down.