As we neared it, we saw several natives' smokes, and immediately the whole region seemed alive with aborigines, men, women, and children running down from the highest points of the mountain to join the tribe below, where they all congregated.

The yelling, howling, shrieking, and gesticulating they kept up was, to say the least, annoying.

When we began to unpack the horses, they crowded closer round us, carrying their knotted sticks, long spears, and other fighting implements.

I did not notice any boomerangs among them, and I did not request them to send for any.
They were growing very troublesome, and evidently meant mischief.

I rode towards a mob of them and cracked my whip, which had no effect in dispersing them.