Leaving behind us the catamaran that had brought us so many hundreds of miles, we set out on our travels once more--taking care, however, never to lose sight of the coast-line on account of our frail craft.

We passed several beautiful islands, big and little, and on one that we landed I came across some native chalk drawings on the face of the rock.

They depicted rude figures of men--I don't remember any animals--but were not nearly so well done as the drawings I had seen in caves up in the Cape Londonderry district.
We also landed from time to time on the mainland, and spoke with the chiefs of various tribes.

They were all hostile at first.

On one occasion we actually met one or two blacks who spoke a few words of English.