Mithsis'-- the gin implored.
'BUJERI you!--Mithis tell pollis-man Wombo plenty good blackfellow.

No take Wombo long-a gaol.' 'What has Wombo been doing ?' asked Lady Bridget.

'Did he steal the gun ?' 'YOWI (yes).

Wombo plenty frightened long-a ole husband belonging to me.' And Oola dropped and knocked her head upon the ground, wailing the ear-piercing death-wail of the Australian native women.
'Oola, you must stop howling!' said Bridget, alive to the seriousness of the situation.

'Has Wombo shot your husband with our gun ?' 'YOWI, Mithis.