Of course, Yamba was unacquainted with the fact that water was stored in its interior.

As a rule, her instinct might be depended upon implicitly; and even after years of her companionship I used to be filled with wonder at the way in which she would track down game and find honey.

She would glance at a tree casually, and discern on the bark certain minute scratches, which were quite invisible to me, even when pointed out.

She would then climb up like a monkey, and return to the ground with a good-sized opossum, which would be roasted in its skin, with many different varieties of delicious roots.
When I had quite recovered, Yamba told me she had walked many miles during the night, and had finally discovered a water-hole in a new country, for which she said we must make as soon as I was sufficiently strong.

Fortunately this did not take very long, and on reaching the brink of the water-hole we camped beside it for several days, in order to recuperate.