The natives never throw a spear when the eye of the person they aim at is turned towards them, supposing that everyone, like themselves, can avoid it.

This was most fortunate, as, my side being towards them, the spear had to pass through the thick muscles of the breast before reaching my lungs.

Another circumstance in my favour was that I had been very much reduced by my late exertions.
NIGHT OF SUFFERING.
The sufferings of that night I will not fatigue my readers by describing; but I can never forget the anxiety with which Mr.Bynoe watched over me during the whole of it.

Neither can I forget my feelings of gratitude to the Almighty when my sunken eyes the next morning once more caught the first rays of the sun.

It seemed as though I could discover in these an assurance that my hour was not yet come, and that it would be my lot for some time longer to gaze with grateful pleasure on their splendour.
Several excursions were made during our stay in search of the natives, but without success.