Right well I knew that she would unhesitatingly do these things.

Her dog-like fidelity to me never wavered, and I know she would have laid down her life for me at any time.
Often I told her of my own home beyond the seas, and when I asked her whether she would come with me, she would reply, "Your people are my people, and your God (spirit) my God.

I will go with you wherever you take me." At length everything was ready, and I paid a final farewell, as I thought, to my black friends in Cambridge Gulf, after a little over eighteen months' residence among them.

They knew I was venturing on a long journey overland to another part of the country many moons distant, in the hope of being able to get into touch with my own people; and though they realised they should never see me again, they thought my departure a very natural thing.

The night before we left, a great _corroboree_ was held in my honour.