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LIFE OF BUCKLEY.
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CHAPTER VII.
MURDER OF THE BLIND BOY.—ABANDON THE NATIVES.—A NATIVE WOMAN MY ONLY COMPANION FOR MANY MONTHS.—THE NATIVE LANGUAGE.—CANNIBAL TRIBE.—VESSEL SEEN.—CONSEQUENCES.—THE WHITE MAN'S GRAVE.—DREADFUL MASSACRE.—WRECK OF A SHIP.—THE BUNYIP AGAIN.
———"I awoke
To hear the Oceans never varied sound,
And the wild sea-mew, wheeling round and round,
Where hope, the sun light of the soul, ne'er beams;
A broken-hearted Exile, e'en in dreams."
Our small community remained in perfect harmony for many months, until, unfortunately, a young man about twenty years of age, belonging to another tribe, arrived. This youth was taken seriously ill a few days after joining us, and although we did all we could for him he died. This event created great distress, and by way of changing the scene, our small party broke up, and left the Karaaf on a short hunting excursion. After a time we fell in with the deceased young man's family, who, on being informed of his death, expressed
