I only womba--mad--all yowee--spirits--in me tell me gubbah--good--I lib 'long a youee; bimeby I come back big feller wirreenun; wahl you frightened?
I not hurt you.' And after crooning an accompaniment to her steps off she went, a strange enough figure, dancing and crooning as she went towards her camp; and not until the spirits gave up possession of her did she come near the house again.
One day she gave us a start.

We were schooling a new team of four horses.

The off-side leader had only been in once before, and was a brumby (horse run in from a wild mob).

We had to pass Bootha's camp.

I looked about as we neared it but saw nothing of her.