I remained there two days to recover my strength, and then returned
to Mr. Wills. I took back three crows; but found him lying dead in
his gunyah, and the natives had been there and had taken away some
of his clothes. I buried the corpse with sand, and remained there
some days, but finding that my stock of nardoo was running short,
and as I was unable to gather it, I tracked the natives who had
been to the camp by their footprints in the sand, and went some
distance down the creek shooting crows and hawks on the road. The
natives, hearing the report of the gun, came to meet me, and took
me with them to their camp, giving me nardoo and fish: they took
the birds I had shot and cooked them for me, and afterwards showed
me a gunyah where I was to sleep with three of the single men. The
following morning they commenced talking to me, and putting one
finger on the ground and covering it with sand, at the same time
pointing up the creek saying "white fellow," which I understood to
mean that one white man was dead. From this I knew that they were
the tribe who had taken Mr. Wills's clothes. They then asked me
where the third white man was, and I also made the sign of putting
two fingers on the ground and covering them with sand, at the same
time pointing up the creek.
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