When we were within half a mile we could hear hallooing and shouting; and it was very evident there was a great muster (certainly not less than 100) of natives, corrobberying, making a dreadful noise, the dogs joining in chorus.

Having stripped Jemmy, I told him to go and speak to them, which he started to do in very good spirits.

He soon beckoned us to follow, and asked us to keep close behind him, as the natives were what he called like "sheep flock." He appeared very nervous, trembling from head to foot.

After reassuring him, we tied up our horses, and advanced through the thicket towards them.

When getting in sight of them, Jemmy commenced cooeying, and was answered by the natives; after which he advanced and showed himself.