After several days' paddling we got into a narrow passage between a long elevated island and the main, and from there found our way into an inlet, at the head of which appeared masses of wild and rugged rocks.

These rocks were, in many places, decorated with a number of crude but striking mural paintings, which were protected from the weather.

The drawings I found represented men chiefly.

My own contributions consisted of life-size sketches of my wife, myself, and Bruno.

I emphasised my long hair, and also reproduced my bow and arrow.
This queer "art gallery" was well lighted, and the rock smooth.