Having shot one on a shallow sandbank, our men undertook to bring it over to the left bank, in order to cut it up with greater ease.

It was a fine fat one, and all rejoiced in the hope of eating the fat for butter, with our hard dry cakes of native meal.

Our cook was sent over to cut a choice piece for dinner, but returned with the astonishing intelligence that the carcass was gone.

They had been hoodwinked, and were very much ashamed of themselves.

A number of Banyai came to assist in rolling it ashore, and asserted that it was all shallow water.