In addition to the women and children, there was an old man with hair as white as snow.

As I have observed, there was a sand hill at the back of the huts, and as we were trying to make ourselves understood by the women a native made his appearance over it; he was painted in all the colours of the rainbow, and armed to the teeth with spear and shield.

Great was the surprise and indignation of this warrior on seeing that we had taken possession of his camp and water.

He came fearlessly down the hill, and by signs ordered us to depart, threatening to go for his tribe to kill us all, but seeing that his anger only made us smile, he sat down and sulked.

I really respected the native's bravery, and question much if I should have shewn equal spirit in a similar situation.