lived during the early settlement of the country by the whites near where the town of Berwick now stands. He was supposed to have killed a "native bear," and being possessed by its Murup or spirit, thenceforth sang its song. I was not able to obtain a verbatim translation of it, but Berak gave me the following free translation: "You cut across my track, you spilled my blood, and you broke your tomahawk on my head."
Wenberi's song, as given by Dr. Torrance, differs slightly from it as I wrote it down from Berak's dictation some time before, which with its translation runs as follows:—
| Nge | | tuigar | | ngala | | ngibenba | | ngaluga |
| We | go | all | the bones to | all of them |
| diudirunding | | nga | | Dullur | | wiluit |
| shining white in | this | Dullur | country |
| waweinduing | | Bunjil | | mamen-ngata | | yennin |
| the rushing noise | Bunjil | father ours |
singing |
| thulurm-eik | | nga | | wur-galuk-eik. |
| breast mine | this | inside mine. |
Berak said that this song was made on the death of Wenberi's brother, who died through evil magic in the Dullur country beyond Geelong.
The corrobboree song given by Dr. Torrance is one used by the Wurunjerri, but of which I have no translation.
Other poets composed under what may be called natural, as distinguished from supernatural, influence. Umbara told me that his words came to him, "not in sleep as to some men, but when tossing about on the waves in his boat with the waters jumping up round him." This man was a fisher-man, and owned a good Sydney-built boat, which he managed with the aid of his wife. In the olden times these "sea-coast men" (Katungal) used to go out a mile or more from the coast in their bark canoes to spear fish.
As an example of his songs, I give one he composed when going down the coast in his boat to the Kuringal ceremonies, which are described in chap. ix.
He sang this song in the evening at the camp, beating time with two short sticks, while an appreciative and admiring audience stood round.
