She used, when she lived in the camp, to marshal in a little crowd of camp children, and put them through a varied performance for my benefit.
These performances were of daily occurrence when the fruit was ripe, for Nimmaylee's capacity for water-melon was practically unlimited.
Nimmaylee was a wonderful little fisherwoman; she delighted in a fishing expedition with me.

Off we used to go with our lines, worms or frogs for bait, or perhaps shrimps or mussels if we were after cod.

If we were successful, Nimmaylee would string the fish on a stick in a most professional manner, and carry them with an air of pride to the cook.

She attributes her fishing successes to a charm having been sung over her to that end as a baby.
Accompanied by some reliable old 'gins' and ever so many piccaninnies, I used to take long walks through the 'bush.' How interesting those blacks made my bush walks for me! Every ridge, plain, and bend had its name and probably legend; each bird a past, every excrescence of nature a reason for its being.
Those walks certainly at least modified my conceit.

I was always the dunce of the party--the smallest child knew more of woodcraft than I did, and had something to tell of everything.