Suddenly from the ground, as it seemed, out dashed the weird old figure, arms full of things, jabbering away at a great rate.

Whiz came a tin plate past the leaders' heads; the offside horse reared and plunged and took some holding.

Whiz came an old bill; then, one after another, a regular fusilade of various utensils.
It did not take us long to get past, but for as long as we could see the attack was kept up.

Coming back we saw nothing of Bootha, and all the utensils had been picked up.
I used to tell the other blacks to see that Bootha had plenty of food.
They said she was all right, the spirits were looking after her.
Lunatics, from their point of view, are only persons spirit-possessed.
Gradually old Bootha, clothed as usual, came back about the place.
Strange stories came through the house blacks to me of old Bootha.

She was very ill for a long time, then suddenly she recovered; not only recovered but seemed rejuvenated.