This reproof was, I fear, too justly founded; for of the few ducks we had been so fortunate as to procure, little had fallen to their share except the offals, and now and then a half-picked bone.

True, indeed, all the crows and hawks which had been shot were given to them; but they plainly told us that the taste of ducks was more agreeable to their palates, and begged they might hereafter partake of them.

We observed that they were thoroughly sick of the journey, and wished heartily for its conclusion: the exclamation of "Where's Rose Hill, where ?" was incessantly repeated, with many inquiries about when we should return to it.
Saturday April 16th, 1791.

It was this morning resolved to abandon our pursuit and to return home; at hearing of which our natives expressed great joy.

We started early; and reached Rose Hill about three o'clock, just as a boat was about to be sent down to Sydney.