FISHING HUT ON THE KARAAF RIVER.—GREAT SUCCESS.—THE WOMBAT.—DOMESTIC CEREMONIES OF THE NATIVES.—GREY HAIR.—ANOTHER MURDER.—CANNIBALISM.—MY MARRIAGE.—MY WIFE ELOPES, AND LEAVES ME VERY DISCONSOLATE!—HER FATE.—MONSTER SNAKE.—BLIND BOY.—RETURN TO MY HOME ON THE KARAAF RIVER.
"The breeze came gently o'er me from the West,
At length I was compelled to leave my quarters and move to the Karaaf River again, where I built a more substantial hut, the locality being full of roots. Unfortunately I had no dog to hunt the kangaroo, so my dependence was chiefly upon the fish, which sometimes however, were very scarce. Before I made this change of quarters the winter had set in very tempestuously and I suffered very much from the cold weather and continued rains. One day, whilst watching the fish, I saw a great shoal of bream come into the mouth of the river, making their way up a long distance, to a bend where it branches off, and where it is of considerable