These rubbed themselves against me, and did not hurt me, being my familiars.

They did this to make me a clever man and a doctor.
"Then my father said, 'We will go up to Baiame's Camp.' [Amongst the Wiradjuri, Baiame is the high god, and Daramulun is his son.

What 'little Daramuluns' may be is not very clear.] He got astride a thread, and put me on another, and we held by each other's arms.

At the end of the thread was Wombu, the bird of Baiame.

We went up through the clouds, and on the other side was the sky.