L.] Away to the north-west a tribe of blacks have almost a monopoly in wind-making, holding great corroborees to sing these hurricanes up.

One of this tribe came to the station once and wanted to marry a girl there.

She would not consent, and told him to go home.

He went, threatening to send a storm to wreck the station.

The storm came; the house escaped, but stable, store, and cellar were unroofed.