My only weapons were a lasso made out of green kangaroo hide, fixed to the end of a long pole; and my bow and arrows.

I slid down the tree a little way, and when the calf was near enough, I gently slipped the noose over its neck, and promptly made it a prisoner under the very nose of its astonished mother, who bellowed mournfully.

My success so elated Yamba that she, too, slid down from her hiding-place, and was making her way over to me and the calf, when suddenly an enormous bull, which we had not previously seen, rushed at her at full speed.

Yamba instantly realised her danger, and swarmed up a tree again like lightning, just as the great brute was upon her.

I called out to her to attract the attention of the old bull whilst I attended to the mother and calf.