CHAPTER XIII.
FORAGING AND COOKING It is very strange to me to hear the average white person speak of the blacks collectively as having no individuality, for really they are as diverse in characteristics as possible; no two girls I had in the house but were totally different.
There has been too much generalisation about the blacks.

For instance, you hear some people assert all blacks are trackers and good bushmen.
That there are some whose tracking power is marvellous is true, but they are not the rule, and a black fellow off his own beat is often useless as a bushman.
So with their eyesight; what they have been trained to look out for they see in a marvellously quick way, or so it seems to us who have not in their lines the same aptitude.

Of course, for seeing things at a distance a black has the advantage, unless the white has had the same open-air life.

Some white bushmen are as good as any blacks.
Nimmaylee, a little black girl who lived in the house, used to tell me all sorts of bush wonders, as we went in the early summer mornings for a swim in the river.

She was a great water-baby, with rather a contempt for my aquatic limitations.