I saw two or three natives just before camping; they kept upon the opposite side of the water, according to a slight weakness of theirs.

Just at the time I saw them, I had my eye on some ducks upon the water in the river bed, I therefore determined to kill two birds with one stone; that is to say, to shoot the ducks and astonish the natives at the same time.

I got behind a tree, the natives I could see were watching me most intently the while, and fired.

Two ducks only were shot, the remainder of the birds and the natives, apparently, flying away together.

Our travels to-day were very agreeable; the day was fine, the breezes cool, and the scenery continually changing, the river taking the most sinuous windings imaginable; the bed of it, as might be expected in such a glen, is rough and stony, and the old fear of the horses bogging has departed from us.