Yesterday, being out duck shooting, we came suddenly upon a camp of natives, who were not a little frightened by the report of our guns: they followed our tracks, however, with wailing cries, and afterwards all of them sat down on the rocky banks of the river, when we returned to our camp.

To-day we passed the place of their encampment with our whole train, and it was remarkable that they neither heard nor saw us until we were close to them, though we had seen them from a great distance.

All the young ones ran away.
Dismounting from my horse, I walked up to an old man who had remained, and who was soon after rejoined by another man.

We had a long unintelligible conversation, for neither Brown nor Charley could make out a single word of their language.

They were much surprised by the different appearance of Charley's black skin and my own.