NATIVE GRAVE.
January 21.
We did not make more than seven miles before breakfast this morning, being embarrassed both by high and tangled underwood and rocky hills.

We then halted on the banks of the Harvey, where there was some beautiful grass.

We had still been able to find nothing of Mr.Elliott's tracks, and had in vain looked for natives: but this evening, soon after starting again, for the first time signs of them appeared, for we found a newly-made grave, carefully constructed, with a hut built over it to protect the now senseless slumberer beneath from the rains of winter.

All that friendship could do to render his future state happy had been done.
His throwing stick was stuck in the ground at his head; his broken spears rested against the entrance of the hut, the grave was thickly strewed with wilgey or red earth; and three trees in front of the hut, chopped with a variety of notches and uncouth figures and then daubed over with wilgey, bore testimony that his death had been bloodily avenged.
KAIBER'S FEARS.
The native Kaiber gazed with a degree of concern and uneasiness on this scene.

"A man has been slain here," he said.