Yamba also sent up signals.

The result was that crowds of my own people came out in their catamarans to meet us.

My reception, in fact, was like that accorded a successful Roman General.

Needless to say, there was a series of huge _corroborees_ held in our honour.

The first thing I was told was that my hut had been burnt down in my absence (fires are of quite common occurrence); and so, for the first few days after our arrival, the girls were housed in a temporary grass shelter, pending the construction of a substantial hut built of logs.