Mitchell refers to the blacks of this region as the most unfavourable specimens of aborigine that he had yet seen, barbarously and implacably hostile, and shamelessly dishonest.

On the morning of July 11th, two of the men were engaged at the river, and five of the bullock-drivers were collecting their cattle.

One of the natives, nick-named King Peter by the men, tried to snatch a kettle from the hand of the man who was carrying it, and on this action being resented, he struck the man with a nulla-nulla, stretching him senseless.
His companion shot King Peter in the groin, and his majesty tumbled into the river and swam across.

The swarm of natives who were constantly loitering around the camp gathered together and advanced in an armed crowd, threatening the men, who fired two shots in self-defence, one of which accidentally wounded a woman.

Alarmed by the shots, three men from the camp came to the assistance of their mates, and one native was shot just when he was about to spear a man.