In reality it was my intention to make for my own home in the Cambridge Gulf district.

The body of the chief was not eaten (most likely on account of the cowardice he displayed), but it was disposed of according to native rites.

The corpse was first of all half-roasted in front of a huge fire, and then, when properly shrivelled, it was wrapped in bark and laid on a kind of platform built in the fork of a tree.
The girls were kept in ignorance of the fatal termination of the wrestling match, as I was afraid it might give them an unnecessary shock.
After twelve or fourteen days in the camp, we quietly took our departure.
Our party consisted of the two girls, who were nearly frantic with excitement over their escape; Yamba, and myself--together with the friendly warriors who had so opportunely come to my assistance.
We had not gone far, however, before the girls complained of sore feet.
This was not surprising, considering the burning hot sand and the rough country we were traversing, which was quite the worst I had yet seen--at any rate, for the first few days' march after we got out of the level country in the King's Sound region.

I, therefore, had to rig up a kind of hammock made of woven grass, and this, slung between two poles, served to carry the girls by turns, the natives acting as bearers.

But being totally unused to carrying anything but their own weapons, they proved deplorably inefficient as porters, and after a time, so intolerable to them did the labour become, the work of carrying the girls devolved upon Yamba and myself.