The first words which we could distinctly understand were, 'I am Colbee, of the tribe of Cadigal.' The stranger replied, 'I am Bereewan, of the tribe of Boorooberongal.' Boladeree informed him also of his name and that we were white men and friends, who would give him something to eat.

Still he seemed irresolute.
Colbee therefore advanced to him, took him by the hand and led him to us.
By the light of the moon, we were introduced to this gentleman, all our names being repeated in form by our two masters of the ceremonies, who said that we were Englishmen and 'budyeeree' (good), that we came from the sea coast, and that we were travelling inland.
Bereewan seemed to be a man about thirty years old, differing in no respect from his countrymen with whom we were acquainted.

He came to us unarmed, having left his spears at a little distance.

After a long conversation with his countrymen, and having received some provisions, he departed highly satisfied.
Tuesday, April 12th, 1791.

Started this morning at half past six o'clock, and in two hours reached the river.