We pursued our course, and to accommodate us, our new acquaintance pointed out a path and walked at the head of us.

A canoe, also with a man and a boy in it, kept gently paddling up abreast of us.
We halted for the night at our usual hour, on the bank of the river.
Immediately that we had stopped, our friend (who had already told us his name) Gombeeree, introduced the man and the boy from the canoe to us.

The former was named Yellomundee, the latter Deeimba.

The ease with which these people behaved among strangers was as conspicuous, as unexpected.

They seated themselves at our fire, partook of our biscuit and pork, drank from our canteens, and heard our guns going off around them without betraying any symptom of fear, distrust or surprise.